For the World is Hollow (and I Have Touched the Sky)
~ Fan fiction based on the movie "Amadeus" ~
Note: Takes place when Mozart is dictating to Salieri; from Salieri's POV
For one brief second, I have known perfection, not merely recognized it but known it. I have grasped that which I have searched for all my life, that which never came for me, only for you. Always for you, you who I could hate, who I could envy, but never truly understand.
…. Yes, now I understand, I understand, I can hear it, is this what you hear? Is it always swirling somewhere for you? I can hear it now; we are on the same track now, yes…
I believe, I had always believed, but now…a fire that burns forever, I can see it now, I can feel it (could always feel it)…could you? I know you do now, I can see it in your eyes and feel it running through my veins as your music flows through me, scratched onto the parchment by my hands. Yes, this is my vengeance; this is my compensation for all the times my music has been swept aside. I have truly been touched, I have been allowed to touch this and everyone will know…a requiem indeed. For Mozart and for Salieri…for a minute both are gone and there is only music. The fire is in the notes and the notes will go on forever as we are connected and I too have risen and I have touched the sky, your sky…
And it stops, you have stopped and your music is gone. Nothing but silence, hollow, empty silence echoing through the night. The night in itself is hollow because there will be no more notes created, my mind is hollow; the connection is gone, I have run out of thoughts…
…And I have fallen.
~ Fan fiction based on the movie "Amadeus" ~
Note: Takes place when Mozart is dictating to Salieri; from Salieri's POV
For one brief second, I have known perfection, not merely recognized it but known it. I have grasped that which I have searched for all my life, that which never came for me, only for you. Always for you, you who I could hate, who I could envy, but never truly understand.
…. Yes, now I understand, I understand, I can hear it, is this what you hear? Is it always swirling somewhere for you? I can hear it now; we are on the same track now, yes…
I believe, I had always believed, but now…a fire that burns forever, I can see it now, I can feel it (could always feel it)…could you? I know you do now, I can see it in your eyes and feel it running through my veins as your music flows through me, scratched onto the parchment by my hands. Yes, this is my vengeance; this is my compensation for all the times my music has been swept aside. I have truly been touched, I have been allowed to touch this and everyone will know…a requiem indeed. For Mozart and for Salieri…for a minute both are gone and there is only music. The fire is in the notes and the notes will go on forever as we are connected and I too have risen and I have touched the sky, your sky…
And it stops, you have stopped and your music is gone. Nothing but silence, hollow, empty silence echoing through the night. The night in itself is hollow because there will be no more notes created, my mind is hollow; the connection is gone, I have run out of thoughts…
…And I have fallen.