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Song of the Sea
Capri. Piccola Marina
Eternal blowing from the sea,
Seawind at night;
You blow at no one's behest
And whosoever cannot rest
Can bare you;
Primeval blowing from the sea.
From the furthest reaches of the sea
And how can the lonely fig-tree
Up above the rocky height
in the moonlight?
Rainer Maria Rilke
Translated from German by Anne Ranasinghe
In search of love and kindness
Picked an angelic voice
In the twilight hour of the quest.
Almost a faint hum
But rising above all the clatter.
Capturing the rhythm of his heart
Lifting him high above the clouds
Healing his wounded soul.
Each note so perfect.
It's his requiem
Gazed at the most beautiful he's
Oh! Why? Oh! Why?
I failed to see thee
When you were so close.
That day we met,
You touched a chord in my heart.
An unutterable, wordless communication
Passed between us;
And I knew the world would
Never be the same for me again.
We talk of pizza, Mozart and butterflies,
Whether there is a guardian angel watching over us;
In short, all sorts of tommy-rot.
But there's no doubt about it in my mind,
For everytime you glance at me or talk,
Everytime I think of you,
A song rises within my heart.
There she was up on stage
Song of life
The spotlight on her
The opening notes
She sang in a voice of a nightingale
Her grand night
A night she would never forget
The words just slipped through her lips
The audience were mesmerized
Not for the words
Not for the meaning
But only for her voice and beauty
She sang along
Fast it came to an end
She was off stage
The applause was thunderous
Someone else took her place
And all was forgotten
I've never heard them sing it.
A song of peace
But they often tried to catch the perfect tune.
Then always ended up flat on the "F" sharp
They hopelessly tried again and failed,
It would have been indeed the most enchanted of all melodies.
If, only if, they could have achieved it,
But what I would really like to know is,
did they actually try their very best?
Each day brought a different tune,
Wiping the doubt away from her innocent face
But soon she turned away,
for he was beginning to sound rather flat.
(Dedicated to all victims of violence)
Song of remembrance & regret
Cherished ashes are preserved in urns.......
Charred bones lie scattered
In jungles, fields and cities.......
Countless more in river beds
And ocean depths.
And blossom-filled parks
Flood the TV screens....
Men and women maimed by misanthropes,
Children changed into zombies
By monstrous maniacs.
TV shows the dying agonies
Of birds and beasts...
We hear the groans of tortured cattle,
And all the others
The doomed cries of forest-roaming animals
Suddenly trapped in man-made snares,
Have become the grieving,
Of Planet Earth.
Is a song
I've been singing
Since the beginning.
I sang it then
just a set of
With no meaning
everyone around me,
kissed me & hugged me,
said that they loved me.
While walking down the streets,
in my early twenties,
I sang to him,
He took my hands
looked into my eyes
and said that
he loved me.
Still I'm singing
in a trembling voice
knowing the exact
meaning and the melody
no one listens.
I strain to hear the distant song of the ocean
But I don't
To a babel of voices,
I yearn to hear the accents of a known tongue
but I don't
from the window,
I hope to see a road so familiar...
But I don't .
I ache to encounter a face,
A gait, I know -
But I don't
I try to make - believe that I belong;
But I don't
I long to be in the land
Where my soul lives, and my heart beats...