A Thousand Words in Sorrow
- I cannot sing the old songs,
- I sung long years ago
- For heart and voice would fail me,
- And foolish tears would flow;
- For bygone hours come o’er my heart,
- with each familiar strain
- I cannot sing the old songs,
- Or dream those dreams again.
- I cannot sing the old songs,
- Their charm is sad and deep;
- Their melodies would waken
- Old sorrows from their sleep;
- And though all unforgotten still,
- and sadly sweet they be,
- I cannot sing the old songs,
- They are too dear to me.
- I cannot sing the old songs,
- For visions come again,
- Of golden dreams departed
- And years of weary pain;
- Perhaps when earthly fetters
- shall have set my spirit free,
- My voice may know the old songs,
- For all eternity.
-Charlotte Alington Barnard
A Genuinely Happy Moment
I find it ridiculous that I am only motivated to write when I am unhappy about something.
So here we go. A penny for my happy moment!
I’m supposed to compose a couple of songs for the upcoming Singapore Society musical – lyrics + song and the works, and at first it seemed like it should be easy. I mean, it’s a musical! Big fan here! Surely I can hear a tune coming into my head…even now…
Then when I actually got down to it, it was extremely hard (I’m not exactly the lyricising and the composing type). Because, trust me, when you are bad at this, and keep hearing OTHER songs in your head, you lose all semblance of originality.
Now I’m almost done with my first song, so it seems slightly easier.
Almost done.
First song.
Almost done, meaning I’ve got the lyrics and the melody- I’m just working on the semi-final touches before I can present it to somebody. Which means I’ve to record myself playing and singing it (!). This is not going to be funny.
I can hear it, I can picture it in my head! The whole scene! The singing! The dancing! The expressions! The colours, swishing, in time to the music (the production of which will be a task in itself).
This is eggciting indeed! I can’t wait for the whole thing to slowly unfurl and come to life.
I feel very contented today (:
Like Chocolate Sprinkles
Summer Loving
Some things don’t change, and make you unbearably happy.
Some things change, and sadden you.
Some things change without you knowing, and that is worse.
But over summer certain things have come to a beautiful resolution, and I can only say I am happy – right now.
It’s lovely having three worlds to escape to, but it’s awful when they meet in an awkward collision. Then it’s up to you to do something about it.
On a side note, thank goodness I have a constant.
