Eroica

Silent veil is all around me Not a single noise I can't hear the bird's bright singing Nor somebody's voice Hopeless illness torments me I'm forced to face my fate Amputation of my talent Caving out my pate My hearing is fading -- my music is shading The deafness is growing -- sweet notes are bowing Dices have rolled -- darkness called -- embracing the dark The only tones -- I can hear -- are there in my heart Misanthropic being, I am hiding in my room Fleeing into composition, symphony of doom