Beyond

 

I've been writing songs for over 40 years. I've only been writing poetry for three. I have a different muse for each and I apply a different mindset. I think this is the very first time that both muses visited me together and I couldn't decide whether this was a poem or a song. In the end I decided on musical poem. At first I was unsure whether to read it at the Puzzle Poets or to orchestrate and record it. The latter won out in the end although I'm not entirely happy with the result so I'm not sure it was the right choice. (I have subsequently read it at the Puzzle Poets to a generally favourable reception).

The song is essentially in two parts, a tribute to those artists and visionaries who are able to rise above and beyond the mundanity of life, and a lament for all the rest of us who fail to escape the shackles.

To emphasise what would be lost if the human race disappeared into a black hole, in the centre of the song I have quoted from Bach's Ich Habe Genug, Mahler's 2nd Symphony, and Stravinsky's Firebird overlaid on top of one another - masterpieces from the 18th, 19th and 20th centuries respectively over a rather mediocre 21st century song.

Oh, and I know I'm a crap singer. No need to tell me.

 

 

Few are those who see beyond;
Whose eyes are wide
To the unseen tide,
And who find another truth when truths abscond.

Dimly lit and darkly veiled,
The portal stands
In the unbreathed strands
Of the space outside the carbon chaff exhaled.

She whose soul extends its wings
Escapes the fire
From the Hadean mire,
And trades in beauty where the rainbow sings.

She plucks from its material root
The visceral harp,
With its juices sharp,
A concentrate that's not mine to dilute.

Far above the primal flow
The rhythmic rings
Of unbound strings
Whisper wind-blown colours of orgasmic glow.

But the universe remains two-tiered:
The higher plane
And my field of pain,
And I never reach the angels I've revered.

I sink beneath the carmine lake
While those who fly
Are just passers-by,
With scant regard for stumblers in the wake.

And so amongst ten billion souls
I find my place
In the spiral race
To the edge of darkness staring at black holes.

 

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