Mystic Harmony: Part One

03/29/20 • 6 min

Birdsong brings relief to my longing I'm just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say! Please universal soul, practice some song or something through me! --Rumi

On a wandering path with some feelings of urgency. The reverberent echo accents the virtual chiff of my digital pipes.

Birdsong brings relief to my longing I'm just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say! Please universal soul, practice some song or something through me! --Rumi

On a wandering path with some feelings of urgency. The reverberent echo accents the virtual chiff of my digital pipes.

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Grandeur: Part Two

Childish simplicity. Some bells reminiscent of my years playing Saron in the gamelon. Now a new diversion. There a new path.

Nearly understood phrases underscore bells. Lydian harmonies, raised 4ths, mellotron swells and soaring sounds of voices never understood. Breaking rules of harmony to cherish a melody. Like church bells, rising chromaticism, silent movie musical dramatics. "Aye yah, aye yah", say the voices.

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Mystic Harmony: Part Two

No poem for this one. What happened? How did I get into this strange night club and what's wrong with that bass player? I try one door after another, dreaming of my escape. There are strange robots dancing together in this room. Door slam, this room is better. Someone has discovered triple meter. A side venture into blues, the robots grooving along. Perhaps I'm in New York City walking on the sidewalk above a subway grate feeling the steamy hiss. Cue the movie music, very late night edition. Off we go to a final cadence in dissolving tonic tonality, a final fizz.