#224 - Just take it line by line.
Oct. 2nd, 2008 02:40 pmA recent conversation with
dantaron reminded me of a song skeleton in my closet. It was written a while back, after I'd attended the funeral of a high school classmate who had died of cancer. At the time I didn't think anything could be salvaged from the mess, so I shoved my work away into the back of a journal.
A year and a half later, after about two hours in the library today with the piece of notebook paper upon which I had scribbled line sketches and details to remember, I managed to produce something passable. Two somethings, in fact. There were some lines that I really liked and wanted to use, but I couldn't fit it into the song, so I made them into a short poem instead.
I hope to perform the song as an a cappella piece, sort of like (a lot like) Vienna Teng's "Passage." (LOL I R FANGIRL) Not sure how well that'll go, but I might as well try. Since I barely knew this girl, the familial details in the song are fictionalized, artistic hypotheses based on things I had observed at the wake.
-Reileen
running 'round, and seeing only confusion
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A year and a half later, after about two hours in the library today with the piece of notebook paper upon which I had scribbled line sketches and details to remember, I managed to produce something passable. Two somethings, in fact. There were some lines that I really liked and wanted to use, but I couldn't fit it into the song, so I made them into a short poem instead.
Last Moment: A Poem For Ixchel
My friends in white, my family torn
When I left on that April morn.
I was one of many,
I was many to one:
A single star hidden
In the shadow of the moon
With a heart like the sun.
In another life, this was not my fate.
Knowing this, I harbor no hate
For the hierophant who declared it so.
Taken now by sleep serene,
My body will return to the earth in time.
But my soul wears death like a crown
While dreaming of gentler things.
I hope to perform the song as an a cappella piece, sort of like (a lot like) Vienna Teng's "Passage." (LOL I R FANGIRL) Not sure how well that'll go, but I might as well try. Since I barely knew this girl, the familial details in the song are fictionalized, artistic hypotheses based on things I had observed at the wake.
Mirror: A Song For Ixchel
all sings silent around that altar
of your body draped in wisteria and white
I knew you once, though but a passing
and I'm an outsider to your trials and fears
but your face is my own someday
and now I know that this shall claim me
for we think little of our own demise
until we see it through the clear eyes
of the mother who cries for her departed child
while the baby only cries to be fed
of the brother old enough to replay the memories
but too young to shoulder their weight
of the friends who flock around your coffin
as your favorite song perches on the lid
and of the lover and father in mutual strife
who share in hellish grief over your ended life
the guestbook bears witness in ink
to the ones touched by the fact of you
the mark upon me is petal-light
but already something blooms from its roots in my heart
and as I leave for the snowy spring day
I wonder if I will understand
the truth imparted by your fate
before I myself pass through the afterlife's gates
-Reileen
running 'round, and seeing only confusion