Tag: musical poetry

Aria

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Music, Musical Poetry, Poetry/ Literature

In the cruel missing  where laughter and tears meet,
sing a song of despair
sing a song of agony
sing the aria of longing…

As the chords traveling to their neighboring keys, lost in the musical sea,
let the strings be your compass, and
guide you through the fog

Let the seasons change
the dust float in the wind
orange drizzling unto the coffee stained earth
grazing emerald fields

Regarding pink transparent clouds
I ponder your absence,
our plights,
the never ending colloquies,
and embraces astray by distance…

In the soul’s longing to be accord,
surround oneself in memories,
grasp the unwritten future
for it shall come anew

Under the transparent clouds
Above the mahogany earth, I shall be
in the drizzling withering orange florets
singing an aria for you.

Róisín Dubh

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Musical Poetry, Uncategorized

What sin did you commit to betray your own kind?
What perturbed your soul so deeply, that you scarred your beautiful skin?
Tell me my child, no whisper, who or what did this?

In which shade of the night did your nightmares came true?
Did they feel better? Torturing you until they remained and you fade?
As the blood drips of your shoulder, heart or soul?

What will it take for you to fade away, permanently?
Is there something you can grasp? Something that can save you?
Hold on tight, for the ride is not over…

Dans la création il ya une vie

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Musical Poetry, Poetry/ Literature

 

Chicago in the Fall

In creating, there is life. Currently I’m creating musical poetry. In a previous post I explained how I create musical poetry. However, this new piece is titled “November”. I will explain more about this piece when it’s finished, but for now here’s a teaser!

 

Instrumentation: SSAATTBB (for now)
Key: E b Major

 

I dreamt

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Music, Musical, Musical Poetry, Poetry/ Literature

I dreamt of us smiling without stopping
smiling with no problems
Alone. In peace
I dreamt of us. We were happy.
Away frm here, finally in our home.
I dreamt of you
of you and I
I dreamt and dreamt and I will dream without stopping
for this dream will become reality
I  won’t stop until I can achieve it
because together we’ll beat the odds
and together we shall triumph

I dreamt of the nights
the nights I cried for you
because you weren’t here
because you weren’t there
because distance is a bitch,
a bastard who robs us of our sleep
our peace
our calm
and with only a kiss…
a kiss, is all I need

I dreamt of you
alone, in the darkness
with the past, trying to escape
screaming,
crying
calling out for me…
and here I was
asking, begging
willing to sell my soul to the highest bidder
just so that I could be there & comfort you
so that I could be there & cover you
heal what ails you or
transfer it all to me
so that you can finally heal

And so, I dreamt
of your caress
I dreamt of how perfect you are
even though you say the opposite

I dreamt of you
I dreamt of me
of how perfect we are for each other
even though we fight
even though we know we’re not perfect
but in that imperfect-cy we are one
for I looked for you, and you to me
and finally,
we are together

I dreamt of us
of our future
even though it’s far away, time goes quickly luv
and we’ll finally have what we want:
A house.
Our company.
Our love.

I dreamt of us
of us, smiling without stopping
with problems, but fighting together
in peace

I dreamt of you, and we were happy
away from here
finally, in our home…

Traduction from “Soñé”
-mp

Un nouveau départ

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Lifestyles, Music, Musical, Musical Poetry, Uncategorized

This is the last post in the “Murmure dans le vent” series. Here, I shall expose the fourth & final movement of Tchaikovsky’s Serenade for Strings in C Major. The order in the series is as follows: “Murmure dans le vent”, “Dance for me”, and “Faithfully Unfaithful” 

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Faithfully unfaithful

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Music, Musical, Musical Poetry, Poetry/ Literature, Short Story

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.

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Work in progress….

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Uncategorized

Your eyes

(the) pool of your soul
mesmerize my own 
under your silent shine
(my) crystal candle-light 
 

Over the world

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Musical Poetry, Poetry/ Literature

Liz on top of the World

Precariously I walk
Chills down my spine
In this chapter -unsure-
Will it open before the close?

Dubiously the road quickens
Running as I try to feel
the labyrinth inside my chest
unravels slowly

Foreseeable this may be
this feeling inside me
I can see the doors
Will you stay as I unclose?

Fluctuating as conditions may persist
Undoubting I continue to stay
The opening unravels you
as the worlds most precious gift
You smile upon me
Pulse quickens
Over the world is my stop.

 

A voice & a dream

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Musical Poetry, Poetry/ Literature, Uncategorized

For: Prof. Mariela Rivera López

Close my eyes
Lights muddle
An ocean dribbles
to drown my cries

A breeze wafts
the spell I’m under
I believe, I’m falling,
crashing through the sky

Your zephyrs entices me
they heal scars, one touch at a time
until I’m mesmerized completly
until you whispered my name…

I took notice
you flew away
your breeze fills me
as strong as gravity
~as strong as chains~

The lights darken
I fall of the edge
an orb strikes me,
I murmur your name

Still we tangle somehow
Colliding once, again & again
the moon shines above us
no escaping again

Open your eyes,
I opened mine
if you see what I observe
you wouldn’t fly away no more

Lights glisten
as does the sky
the ocean fades
you heard my smile

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=br_plcL-GCU

-Musical Poetry

If Music is the exaltation of the mind…

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Uncategorized

“Music is the exaltation of the mind derived from things eternal, bursting forth in sound.” Thomas Aquinas

Now, if Thomas Aquinas, a 13th century Italian priest, said this 8 centuries ago… what can we say about Literature? Most of the quotes you will find about Literature is on how language is used to create worlds, galaxies embedded in a piece of paper. I’ve read many quotes on Literature, but they never express Literature as “one of the highest forms of creativity that can withstand time and space. Literature, just like music, is an extension of the author’s very soul. A piece of a life lived. The victory in a defeat. The death of a life that never had the chance to live. Literature is a form of art which can exude, exchange or digress emotions with the reader and writer. Literature is an exaltation of the soul, creating itself from the most vulnerable part of it’s creator; embellished in a piece of paper so that it can be shared with humanity.”

-musical poetry