Trakl’s works of literature are usually referred to as the early twentieth century’s most unusual and imaginary poetry. His poems are wonderful indeed. They are somberly beautiful and have a wonderful musical cadence. Probably living a tragic life ruined by drug addiction and psychological instability leading to breakdowns helped the author to create the works of amazing depth and striking power. Through the author’s imaginary view of the surrounding environment the reality appear to be distorted by his delirious fancies. No wonder he ended his life committing a suicide via cocaine overdose. Probably, drug addiction had had a specific impact on his creative work, and could serve as a factor provoking mad visions and illusions of which his poetry is full.

Trakl’s poems have a splendid silence in them. Usually it is not the poet who speaks, – he readily permits the images to speak for him and for his hidden emotions. In his poetry most of the illustrations used are those of the silent objects. Yet “Music in Mirabell” is the one filled with rare yet meaningful sounds. While reading we can hear how “a fountain sings”. The author’s mentioning of how “nightly the ear hears the sounds of sonatas” makes a reader himself hear those magical sounds. However, “thoughtfully in the evening silent people wander through the old garden”. It doesn’t really matter whether Trakl mentions silence as a condition of spirit in the poem, even without naming it is always in there, in each word one read, and without sensing and comprehending that silence the whole poem can hardly be understood at all.

Even though “Music in Mirabell” is less dark and depressing than some other works of the author, it bears the same melancholy character that is typical for Trakl’s poetry. When reading the poem I fell in love at once with the feelings it provokes, its general mood, its air of sadness and forthcoming doom. The description of nature is beautiful, and creates a perfectly clear image of what the author is talking about. Each line seems to be full of hidden meanings, it reminds a melancholy reflections of a person, who observes the world, enjoys its beauty and gracefulness, and yet never stop being aware of the imminent death of all the things. He realizes how everything he observes, including himself, is liable to decay, which generates depressing yet peaceful humbleness.

In the poem visions go on after another in a magnificent, somehow dignified way. Line by line the author presents a smooth sequence of interchanging images that have some mystifying connection between them. The tempo of how they follow one another is slow and intense. Each poem has its particular atmosphere. “Music in Mirabell” has a mood similar to the one of someone in the state of daydreaming. The clouds, the old garden with its “ancestors’ marble”, falling leaves and gliding shadows, the firelights, passing stranger and leaping dog, – they all are giving off weird and wonderful colors, either radiant or dark. In poem’s lines those images live in a wonderful harmony, complementing each other and making up a complete picture of something distant, mysterious and not having distinctive boundaries. They all exist in some kind of pleasurable agreement, which is too profound to be cheerful. However, there is always a feeling of dark silence that is everywhere. Beyond those momentous sounds and movements there is world living in obscurity.