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[streetpants-blog]

Numbly melancholic,

and pathetically -

ironic. 

driven by indifference

to an immovable creek. 

disproportionately warped

by oneself, gently in the air. 

unresolved and unconsummated;

I am the fish stuck under a rock. 

[streetpants-blog]

To-morrow bright in rosy glow,

of flower and fragrance;

swells the air -

It moves like a melody,

Gently through my mind;

It blossoms like spring flowers

And wafts away like fragrance.

And of the loved ones that were true to me

and have remained so

Would that you were one

[streetpants-blog]

But beautifully beforehand

you were three notes;

on a clef I hadn’t scribbled,

not just yet -

Now you’re twelve words,

on a page three miles long.

definitely didn’t know,

that much to soon

was three hours ago.

[streetpants-blog]

It wasn’t that I didn’t know you,

it was that I didn’t know who I was -

didn’t know I could be carelessly capable,

of keeping you around me.

Didn’t know that I didn’t need you. 

[streetpants-blog]

10:21 p.m

*10:04 p.m I want to cry*

Can I re-do those couple of measures?

‘Life's for living Micah’

I think I got lost on bar three -

‘Go take a gap year!’

right next to your bloody mess.

I’ve fallen off the stave,

‘Count Micah! One and two and thee and…!’

the one you put me on

“Contact point! Contact point!”

and...

*12:09 p.m leaving practice room*

can I give up now?

Can I step outside of my life for two seconds?

*9:20 a.m why am I still limping?*

 this piece was prematurely written,

I think I need to grow up now

“You’ll do fine, see you after choir”

one more movement of Brahms.

[streetpants-blog]

Up Bow.

I might skip a few bars,

because your rhythm is difficult to follow -

In this music before time

and the time between bars.

Metre and breathe

in the silence that,

doesn’t really exist -

because you exist,

between the notes,

too close together -

In the unwritten space, and music

that is much too ambiguous         ,

[streetpants-blog]

Prelude to Chiming and Humming for Chamber Ensemble

The dawn chimed and sung

in an outwardly empty space.

As the emptiness becomes

an illusion so displaced

as there was no such thing,

as a silent empty space.

Sound was singing incessantly,

humming in allusive resonance,

and in the vortex of the sea.

Leaves and dampened dunes

like some aged foreign Guzhang,

plucked lightly under the white moon.

And suddenly, in this landscape,

in the humming of the waves,

a polyphonic vibration escapes

in some Tui`s corale, so incandescently,

like Kauri trees harmonizing nuances,

within the winds harmonics so pleasantly.

But this sound was beyond me, as was ignoring it.