Rhapsody in minor

One note rings out crystal and clear
Whole histories and promises in it
Tumult and peace
Beauty and destructive renewal

All shattered by a rush to explain
What was said and what was meant
Attempts to see clear
Self deprecations
Attempting to make light of heavy feelings
Saying like when love is meant
But people don’t know what love is but they know they like the taste
Easier to compare to like and hold out heart for love
And this rush of explanations and words, words, words
Crash
avalanche
Stop

And the note
Fading in the still dawn air
Sings it’s melancholy

Select: Shuffle

My playlist sings of loss
Pull up favorites
Spin the wheel
Shuffle
Shuffled steps
Head down
Contemplation
Musical augery
Dance in hopes dashed reverie
Shuffle foretells misery
Like it reads my heart
Empty suffused darkness
Distilled in smoke stained notes
Each record clicks in place
Bones rolled
In modern sacrifice
Mired in the present
Like a maze with no exit
Just beginnings
Middles
And blood drenched wrong turns
Dead ends decorated by bones

Emerge the dancer

Soft notes
Looking across the room
Into your eyes
Shocked recognition thrills up spine
Sad note of missed opportunities
Wistful reaching
Across the dance floor
Beat pulls us closer
Through the dancers
Their wild gyre
Obscuring the sight of you
Each re-emergence sending
Lightning through my heart
Step, step, step
Measured movements
Face to face
Hands clasp and on hip
Sway and burn into your eyes
Move together
Actions blurring in the fury of our passion
Past burned away
Until only now
And us
Remain

Sheet music

I will dream of you
when sleep pulls me under
and with every inhaled breathe
the thought of you pulls me forward into the unknown future
if I must
I will be as a dream stealing moments with you when your mind slumbers
as our hearts are drawn to each other
and live lives in that world we create for each other
but this dream
these words can not long contain us
we will burst forth.

You are the ember in my heart.
My home. My refuge.
If we be but dream, dreams fade.
But
NO
we are as souls bound together
as rhythm and melody in a song the world itself sings
You are my song.
My Cha’trez.
And I will sing you forever.

Too many zooz

 

The first notes I heard, that hard blat then pause, then blat, percussion, then escalation¬† into the meat of the music but those few sparse sounds at the beginning stay and echo through your blood. They get into your bones and make you move. The structure is there, reminiscent of samba or cumbia, but elevated with an energy that says listen we’re saying something important. It moves like a living sound inhabiting your headspace. A living breathing organism. If I compared it to modern music, I’d say early Fishbone but with a better more visceral sound. It’s layered and complicated with enough simplicity to tie it together. It doesn’t dumb itself down and it appeals to millions. The performance is great, riveting. The music itself sounds like the very best of Coltrane. If they can maintain that raw authenticity they will be remembered forever.