At the end of April in 2012, we had a storm. I remember it well. I imagined a pianist playing in both competition and harmony with the rain, and these words summed up those thoughts.
This is simply ‘Pianist and the Rain’.
As the pianist played, the rain fell.
As the rain fell, the thunder sang.
As the thunder sang, the lightning danced.
As the lightning danced, the pianist played.
Thunder and music.
Lightning and rain.
Harmonious. Togetherness. Nature and sound.
Dancing. And playing. Music abounds.
In tune.
In rhythm.
Inside and out.
The pianist plays as the rains come down.
Thunder. Now birdsong. Raindrops galore.
Both nature and musician need to give more.
just before the sun goes down
the hidden folk start to play
they dance around like flashing stars
in celebration of the end of day
they dance and sing in glee with joy
in anticipation for what comes their way
they love the time of the fading light
and with gratitude they hide away
silence calls just one more time
then the stellar folk fly away
Today’s post is brought to you by a form of contemporary dance. Mostly the aspects of unpredictable changes in rhythm and speed, jerky directional movements and sudden falls and recovery, it is interspersed with a jolting head-bobbing movement and rapid eye-blinking. Water is on hand for thirst-quenching properties and painkiller takeage alike.
Legwork is calm and controlled.
Nimble fingers gingerly tumble effortlessly and meaningfully across the alphabet’s letters randomly – yet uniformly – arranged across a touched and well-loved keyboard. Well-worn keys shine with a well-used gloss (the word ‘well’ used, well, exceptionally well…) whereas the ‘Z’ key and the key with the Windows symbol are perfectly untouched. The left shift key is now almost a blank key, with the faintest remnant of the arrow barely visible upon it.
Up and down work fingers and key alike, each key press reverberating a thousand times like the building crescendo of an orchestra of drums and cymbals, crashing and rasping and suddenly fading… until the next key press.
Eyes water with each clattering keystroke, words appear on screen then disappear through the tears of the one remaining open eye.
Breathing is deep, and controlled.
Keys, whether almost stripped bare or still cloaked in their alphanumeric mask, assist with getting the message across.
Capital P.
A.
I.
N.
OK.
Slightly over-exaggerated references blur the message as the headache blurs the thought processes.
Every muscle in the upper part of the body is tense, deep breaths aid relaxation.
Painkillers help with the headache.
And sleep, I’m sure, will help with the rest.
About the image:
Adapted images obtained from Pixabay.
The Sound of Summer! All the Small Things!
The Sun is blazing. Sizzling in the clear blue sky above. There isn’t even a wisp of a cloud anywhere in sight in that vast open space that goes on and on forever.
The temperature is soaring. The birds are chirping merrily in the trees. Squirrels bound about from tree to tree, seemingly without rhyme or reason – but they know what’s going on.
Walking passed a park, a band is playing joyously in a bandstand. Crowds of people are gathered around, happily eating ice-creams and dancing along.
Remember to take in the moment. Do not miss a second. Do not even blink.
Blink? Blink! Here’s Blink 182 with All the Small Things! (The song the band in the bandstand are playing):
And here’s a slightly different version by Avril Lavigne:
So. What’s all this about? you wonder. Then, wonder no longer!
This year, I’m running a poll to find the Beyond the Sphere Sound of Summer, from a handful of (well, six, actually!) selected songs borrowed from elsewhere on the internet and embedded here. The songs are used to invoke a Feel Good vibe and to promote that Feel Good Feeling! It’s the Little Things that combine to make a greater good!
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