This week's Lyrical Sunday is a little early as the inspiration bug bit me in the butt this morning. Apologies if this post is too long. But there is some pretty music to listen to if you persevere.
If - for C
If,I could, I would.If,I would, I could.But,I can't, I shan't.But,I shan't, I can't.See,I have no rhythm.See.No. I have rhythmSome.Alas,
it is not enoughTo beat a drum.
Play the music while you read the next one as the poem is long :)
My love of Moonlight
Early, early Saturday it would begin
A crashing melody would wake me.
Wake the whole neighbourhood, it seemed.
You began with scales -
Up and down, down and up,
Faster and faster, warming to the keys.
Then it would start anew.
The music would move -
repeat, error, repeat, improve.
You nursed the melody,
You tended the rhythm,
You filled the house with sound.
Emotions, surrounded me,
Within the in-between twilight of waking,
Beethoven filled my dreams.
The Moonlight Sonata serenaded me
Reminding me of another pianist,
Another life almost lived, the path not chosen.
That time, of fleeting hope and shelter,
Etched in my heart, my melody
Of friendship and platonic love.
Those memories were renewed,
Layered with newly adult experiences
And honoured with a fresh voice.
Rachmaninoff coloured my new life
During those early months of marriage;
The months I had never envisioned -
A foreign country, a shared home
Not the idyllic start to our own life
A temporary home, loved, but not ours
Your music filled it, creating memories
Lifting the grey, reminding me of the sun
I had seemingly left behind forever
Oh, we teased you, as was expected,
Complaining of losing lie-ins to your passion
Often forgetting to thank you for the music.
Forgetting, even now, to thank you,
For the memories of early married life in Buckinghamshire
So easily evoked by a haunting refrain
Heard subtly, passing by a gallery,
In the soundtrack of my present life
Your music features still.
And you may never know
How much that means to me.