17-01-12, 05:29 PM
Singer of Songs
Join Date: May 2011
Life: The first movement.
I wish life was song
So I could compose it.
So I could make every note a fermata,
And have longevity
So I could articulate my emotions
And find success
Where words fail me
If life were a Sonata...
The first movement: 0-14
A shrill dissonance
That drowns away
To a pitter patter
A stocatto bow across the floor
Bass drum, a thud. And more dissonance.
A sweet smell comes out of the page
As mother comes running
Singing to her child
And the dissonance shies away
And comes back again
A heavy trudging down stairs
Left, Right, Left, Right
School. It hasnt been a day
But he knows he doesn't like it.
Another sweet melody. Mother
She kisses the page and a brilliant flash.
A happy smile, singing to her child.
She walks him into the class room.
Who is this? You've never seen her
But your mother talks to her anyways
She is amazing, talking to a stranger.
The stranger leans next to this child and with a big smile:
"Hi there Zachary" She knows your name.
"I'm Mrs. Ford and I'm your kingergarten teacher
Your mommy asked me to take extra good care of you
And she said youre a very special boy.
I cant wait to spend a year teaching you!"
The rest of the memories fade as the years repeat
Only names and key lessons remain.
No sense of time.
All is a slured phrase with a repeat.
An intrelude, an ostinato of sunburn and friends
Kickball in the park.
Swimming with Aj and Cameron
Baseball with mom.
And as the years repeat
The days become nights
And the boys become girls
And the focus switches.
And you grow strange
An occult melody in a strange meter
The boy grows
The sapling to a tree
Emotions slurry and push out at once, in a chaos
Instruments are in different time.
The brain in 4
The heart in 2
The body in 8
And sex is taken in one
As you rush to the end of the piece.
But the mistake prevent you from reaching the end
You must go back and fix the mistakes
What you rush to achieve in a minute
Takes 2 years
As the piece rushes straight into movement two.
Where 14 fades into adolescence
And where one goal is on your mind.
Finishing the love concerto.
A sharp cut off
And a quick down beat.
Movement 2: The Love Concerto coming soon!
I'm just a musical prostitute, my dear.