Apprentice Musician
Apprentice Musician
Notes from a piano
dropping one by one into the kitchen sink;
Notes hummed, rehummed and sung
immortalized in sprawling ink.
Cosmetics and cadences
littering the armoir.
Lyrics clogging the air vents
and trapped in the scuff marks that ice the floor.
Crescendoes and diminuendoes hanging by ribbons
and shoelaces from the clef-stained ceiling.
Lyrics twinkling with the steam and phosphenes
that dance when you get up too quickly.
Lyrics in the mirror cracks
and under the green paint flaking the walls.
Lyrics in the shadows that
finger the picture frames in the halls.
Refrains pool with water
around mounds of sodden towels
And lilting melodies are in drawers that won’t open
tangled in wool, knitting needles and vowels.
Lyrics swaddled under the rumpled sheets
smeared along the bed.
Lyrics fished in the corner cobwebs
and moulding with the bread.
And through all this clutter
weaves a tattered song,
coaxed from the discord,
piangevole past the throng.
A tattered song about holed skies
that, when held up to the light,
shine through so you can peer into them
and – shamefacedly – watch the night
as the holes we name stars,
sashaying from one lover to the next,
slip their clothing on and off
with grace captured only in sextets.
Poetry is music
half a spoon of sugar short
Music is the product
of estinto, yearning afterthought
*Hello world. Testing 1 2 3… *sneaks in quietly* Sorry I have been so inactive. I have very many excuses involving broken computers, work and heartache, but I’m too happy to be back to go into them right now. Yes, I tossed about rather a lot pf jargon up there, didn’t I? Well, I enjoyed writing it at least ![]()
Some definitions:
estinto – Italian music term that means ‘as softly as possible, extinguished, dying away’
paingevole – another Italian music term (Italian is just such a beautiful language) that means plaintively, softly, sadly
sextet – a group of six musicians
crescendoes – pretty little signs on sheet music that tell you to play louder
diminuendoes – the same as crescendoes except that they tell you to go softer
clef – a gorgeous, twirly little sign (also on sheet music) to tell you where on a piano to play (and usually with which hand)
cadence – a group of notes played together and grouped around a central note; like a chord (if that helps at all)
Hope you guys enjoyed (and understood, lol, I’ve been told that I’m terrible at explanations)
Once again, my apologies for disappearing. Long story.*

*secret sigh of relief*
it’s so good to read your words, oh how i missed them; don’t go away again
i think you’re an amazing writter
& i know how deeply you feel things & it comes across in your writting you’re wonderful xx
chloë said this on May 21, 2009 at 11:37 pm
Simply marvelous. I’m ecstatic.
“Poetry is music, half a spoon of sugar short” Isn’t it just?
Lovers, sextets
How often I wish I could express myself through music. I took piano lessons when very young, but is was wartime, and for reasons which are lost in the mists I didn’t keep them up. I mucked about with the guitar for a while but never got further than about eight chords and a lot of strumming. Then worldly necessities thrust music machines back into the land of dreams, where they are still happily plink-plonking, toot-tooting and twang-twanging around, producing what’s left of what could have been. No sympathy, please!
Jan Freeman said this on May 22, 2009 at 8:47 am
hello sunshine
we are online at the same time
*smiles*
i’m about to leave to go out, i will email you tomorrow night!
<3
much love always xxoo
chloë said this on May 23, 2009 at 6:39 am
Just when I pondered deletion, there you are, alive and roaring!!! Well now, fine fine piece…Seriously glad you’re back!
bindo said this on May 24, 2009 at 4:52 am
i came back re-read this entry
“Cosmetics and cadences
littering the armoir.
Lyrics clogging the air vents
and trapped in the scuff marks that ice the floor.” gives my spine a tingle (a good tingle)
chloë said this on May 26, 2009 at 9:53 am
One of your best.
This satisfies my craving for both music and poetry. I get all the references, and imagine a scene sort of like an Alice-in-Wonderland-enchanted music room.
Cheers.
S.L. Corsua said this on June 6, 2009 at 9:55 am