Sonata no 1 - Carl Vine
First movement
The mood is clear and light
In this Normandy landscape
Slowly the tide turns in
The weather grows stormy
The rain breaks
With rain lashing suddenly
The waves become choppy
The storm is here fully
People are running to take shelter
Before getting drenched
There a break in the clouds cover
Shining sun is announcing
The end of the storm
The wind drops
The odd drop falls here and there
From a gutter or a tree branch
The grey slates of the roof glisten
Tentatively at first
Doors open
People get out again
With their dogs
To enjoy the petrichor of the wet bitumen
In the late afternoon.
Second movement
Quick swift cockroaches race
On the kitchen floor
Once the light has been switched off
Up the cupboard doors
Exploring every nooks and crannies
Quicker, swifter
Time is running short
Humans may wake up
In this way the night disappears
Eaten away in that fashion
The floor vibrates from the slow
And hesitant morning steps
Of the human, the door opens
But all is in place
There's no trace
Of the night visitors
Or of that a repast has taken place
The window is opened
Letting in the lovely fragrance
Of the newly sprung daffodils
Spring is here delivering its bounty
The twittering birds in love
Reaches a ruckus point
A frenzy spreads over
The day business
Ev n the underground roar
Of the rush hour traffic
Doesn't perturb her
She is still daydreaming
Of quieter days
Long holidays by the sea.
Sonata opus 26
Samuel Barber
Going down the stairs
Running, jumping down
He is a hurry
To meet his beloved
What a delight
It will be, he's sure of it
He crosses the world
As a butterfly flutters
From bloom to bloom
Always more enticing
Than the previous one
He's almost tipsy
He's planned the day ahead
But first to meet her
He does not know her yet
It does not matter
What she looks like
He does not know
What she'll be wearing
The universe will take care of this
All he knows is
His heart will skip a beat
And there is is
Walking purposefully towards her
The pigeons are wowing each other's
And his heart knows
This will be the day
The sun crosses the sky
Morning is gone
A small grey cloud is forming on the horizon
It's true she has not shown up
He is still strolling the town cobbles
Quick, in a hurry
She's running late
She bumping into him
He takes her hand
To waltz the day away
Around the plaza
Around the fountain
Laughing for joy
They are young and in love
They keep running
They keep laughing
He shows her his favourite spots
Sharing , showing her all
But night comes
Ending this delightful day
He only lets her go
After she promises
To meet him on the morrow
He returns home
Slowly, reliving the afternoon
In his mind the tone she spoke
Each word, each expression
Each movement of her lips
Each laugh escaping from her sweet mouth
He has noted them all
Each moment Stretches into eternity
When he keeps adding each nuance
Each variation to her smiles
Each answer she's given him
What whirlwind is raging in his head
His world has turned topsy-turvy
The doubts are creeping in
What if she wouldn't be there tomorrow?
What if she misunderstood him?
What if she got cold feet?
What if she found him wanting?
Questions, questions without answers
For the love of his life has gone
Maybe to never come back
His trees have lost their spring
And weighs him down now.
But no, this won't be
She said yes,
She would be there tomorrow
And with that in mind
His steps get lighter,
With a spring
Resounding on the cobblestones
Life is colourful enough
A glowing mood prevails
The night serenade down the trees
Where the birds are settling down
Surround him
Breathing in the inebriation from the mimosa scent
Bringing light headedness
He muses that nothing will come to marr
Tomorrow will be a white stone day
A perfect day
It will never end
In his mind
He sees his future life with her
He will, they will,
They certainly will
For now and ever
He won't never be alone!
Lucette C. Bailliet
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