wednesday afternoons – a recollection
a.
hidden in a dark room resounding
with arias full of love and sighs,
dramatic emotions mingled with reality
gave life to whispers and incessant kisses...
quant en moy
in quant en moy
the tenor voice sings:
thanks
to
love
and
extraordinary
beauty
fearing
feigning
are what
i am
consumed by...
humanism
between the gentle diatonic lines of giovanni da palestrina's pope marcellus, tranquility emerges from polyphony. voices transcend one another by a lone syllable, emitting clarity like a bright star in a summer night sky. steadily and firmly, a quest for peace sets out in the absence of dissonance.
soul
a soul, if exists, must perch
in adagio con variazioni as a
fragment of respighi's lyrical
verse or it must exist as an
abstract contrapuntal, bearing
concreteness in franck's melodic
terse. it must uphold itself to be
a post romanticist, an adamant
follower of saint-saëns and fauré.
rain
rain muffles the world
i hear only warmth reverberating the guitar strings
then i think of you
and he
and she
and i
and words, colors, sounds
blurred into rainslide
drip by drip
captured by your fortissimo
in his melody
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