Lit and Poetry LONG LIVE EDGAR ALLAN POE
Hark!
Listen to the sound of my soul
washing over
trickling down
the rocky road
Concentrate!
Pay attention!
Can’t you listen the sound?
A soul spiraling out of control?
Ça commence!
It’s begun!
Let me pour you down
so you can get closer…
Entendre!
pour mon petit cœur (to my little heart)
il bat pour vous (it beats for you)
dans la brume de la pluie (in (the) mist of the rain)
Tick, Tock
goes the clock
every second spent with you
Tick, Tock
goes the clock
another day without you
Tick, Tock
tears come down
another week without you
Tick, Tock
goes the clock
got kicked out
wandering without you
Tick, Tock
goes the clock
wish I were beside you
Tick, Tock
goes the clock
shriveled in the snow
Tick, Tock
goes the clock
the meds are here beside me
Tick, Tock
goes the clock
alone… I’m still beside you
These hands are not yours…
the way they caress
how they hold me
how they brush my tears away
This malaise grasp
grazes my core
shunning my depths
blinding my light
I miss your presence
the sturdy hands
against my crumbling soul
holding and reassembling my pieces
These hands are not yours…
who bears me is my own
how softly did I know
Who kisses me? it’s your soul
This is the second post in the “Murmure dans le vent” series. This post will be showcasing the third movement in Tchaikovsky’s “Serenade for strings” in C Major. I know I sort of cheated (jumping the second movement), BUT you know how the muse is… she eluded the second movement & something just clicked with the third one. Fret not, my dear reader! The second movement will come soon.
Bloggers Note:
This will be a first in four posts based on Tchaikovsky’s Serenade for Strings in C major Op.48. This piece composed by Peter Ilich Tchaikovsky in 1880 has four movements. If you are not familiar with this I’ll explain it very simply!
When a composer, well composes, he/she thinks just like an author thinks in writing a novel. “Serenade for Strings” is the title of the “novel”, but the “novel” has various chapters. In classical music, each “chapter” (aka. movements) will have a title. The text, for example I have a project where the “main title” is “You and I” and a movement (chapter) is “My heart is not ready to take off”. In classical music, if somebody’s work has a title like in the examples above we classify said work as programmatic music. Programmatic music is a piece of art whose title alludes to something else.
Tchaikovsky’s “Serenade for Strings” has 4 movements:
In this case, Tchaikovsky used tempo marking (which gives the orchestra, in this case, how they should play the score). Tempo markings are usually in Italian, but they can be in French, English, German or Russian.
I hope you enjoy this mini-series!
Words have power. Words can convey emotions and passion… Words can save or kill. Words can bewitch, hurt, and steal. Musicians and writers are “gods” don’t you see? They can play with you (and you volunteer). Alter your reality, state of mind, and emotions we will. Until we accept the concept of life in which we live.
I am the moon shining your path
I am your blanket filled with stars
I am the pillow in which you sob
I am the warmth hugging your arms
I smile and smile again
Against your skin, your breath (and yes)
I forever will be
Waiting for you (you’ll see!)
I’ll breathe under your skin
“Just as the moon who feigns it’s free you are the tide who shines with me”
It’s easy for you to promise
and not commit
just throw a bone
and exclaim “get over it”
It’s child’s play in saying yes
just to excuse yourself
abandon all thought
and exile yourself from a life
It’s simple in stating that you’re busy
never worry
not looking sideways
just yourself
It’s effortless in not talking
but the truth is
I need you, your voice, your soul, eyes
I need your fleeting kiss
just so I can withstand time
The art of musical poetry 