A Fable

He heard the cry of love. It burned white hot.
He saw trumpets, trombones and harps 
floating high in the sky.
He heard symphonies echoing in a blue wind.

He transcribed all that he heard.

He sought out a queen, 

a star, to perform in his kingdom of sound.

He held auditions. He had affairs.

He exercised mind control. 

(He practiced the black arts of the heart.)

Women vanished, found later 

floating in the river. 

He sunk into a bog of mediocrity and despaired.

Then a maiden appeared with long blond hair 

and gray eyes.

When she opened her mouth, choirs sang and bells rang. 

She was able to hold the high note of his dreams.

She drifted into a zone of his own making.

He thought she would save him. He was the conductor. 

She was his instrument. He pulled the strings.

They went viral worldwide. His ego bloomed in the dark.

He bought mansions on both coasts. 

(Barrymore once played the part.) 

But their love was a sham. It was all a big act.

The tabloids discovered the truth.

They filed for bankruptcy. She filed for divorce.
Lawyers kept the cash.