Nocturnes and landscapes
Between smoke rings of incense
The sounds of colour
Track Name: Abstract #32
The dissonant forms of monotone drones and a brilliant explosion of architectural abstraction with a symphonic poem of artistic proportions was the religious body stroke I required to compose myself a love song that praised everything that I hate. It took billions of years just to get to this moment, for the universe to fall in love with itself all over again. Smoking four year old cigarettes I try to find significance but my emotionally discharged satin doll, suffering from evolution and the burden of her own existential mortality, decides she doesn’t need to be seen, so cancels…on account of the rain again. But I can see where those endorphins lie. Stood trading pronouns in order to find some sort of poetic inner clarity. It’s the era of self-obsession. Our little arrangements opened the floodgates for a mausoleum of selected poetry, cooler in principle, but now these pillars of creation find mindless philosophies in sentimental sips of wine. Red. Dead, but not famous yet. Who’ll stop this rain? Maybe it’s easier to write a jazz symphony.
I break. A spectrum of concepts devastate the mind as death surrounds. C MINOR! Sounds of resurrection orchestrate my movements. For how long would I be remembered when I am dead? Something to dilate the eyes. Darkness...un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix, onze, douze, treize, quatorze, quinze, seize….Choir! Choir! Choir! Ultimate enlightenment eclipses me…FINALEMENT, a change came in disguise of satisfactory resolutions. I found a place where the people are beautiful in manners I have not before seen. Living life as a passion and dancing their HCQ Strut. Inspired by colours. Colour inspired them. Inspired by (youthfulness), Inspired by (an unresolved cadence), Inspired by (Henri Matisse)...I leave on a family tree. Colour inspired them through an eternal existence amongst art and windows. Learning French by the riverside I plant an orchard in response to two great Shakespearean colossi, Dans ce cas-ci, la vie est un bonheur, la discordance n’existe pas ici, sans peine, je planifie mon future avec ou sans Brel.