2. This section will be the first in a multi part series, in which I will feature a musician. The wonderful singer's name is Saya Novinger.
I actually don't know how to put audio in my blog so if anyone knows please tell me so you can hear the subtle tones of her voice. So instead I have a poem I wrote for her about a month ago that was inspired by her singing. ( The next section will have her music)
The Pipes of Lady Novinger
"Ok" said I.
"Sing until we all know you deserve this job"
And she sung, out
out from her radiant core rang the notes
each one laden with the skill of their crafter
Each note a pure testament to deliberate skill
A page of brilliant music
that glowed with a light of genius
blinding red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet.
All of the colors make white, divine, perfect.
Crescendo, Legato, Vibrato
FortÃsimo, Cadenza, Contralto,
Expresivo, Nocturne, Decrescendos
Hang those musicologists for trying to name this.
It is everything.
Tree, Fish, Fast, Slow, Paint, Moon,
Binder, Continent, Glass, King
Galaxy, All.
and all of the sounds made me cry
they blended together to form material soft as the sun.
is it even possible to get close to the sun
and not burn?
EXPLODE
from the presence of it.
Feel the perfect unison of hydrogen, and oxygen, and every other gas
being fused together to make perfect
perfect
perfect
perfect
measures sung with resonance of peace
I wiped the ash from my shirt. My eyebrows had been burnt away.
I wrote her a note of a piece of paper.
“Darling, never speak to me again.
I want not to hear anything new; the sounds of my foot steps are like cacophonous drums banging away,
a birds song is like a screeching storm of tweaks and twerps.
Only your voice can ever be beautiful to me.
I have removed my ears so that I can live in the moment of your song forever.“
“You got the job.”
1 comment:
I like the explosion part.
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