I dream in Symphonies
Beyond the sunset my
and anxieties melt into
an ensemble of symphonic
sequences, canton consequences
neon nuances – At first all sound is
abafando, masterly muted even muffled
whilst distant galactic pulses surge with
a capriccio free to find their own tempo
creating a hollow halo then suddenly as I
float adrift I detect distant bursts of
energy exploding with accentato
emphasizing a solar legacy – I cannot
help but move my shoulders to the intergalactic
beat tingling my feet, as it is so ballabile quite
fantastical even undeniably danceable – now
I’m falling through a strange vortex, swirling
whirling hearing an unidentified bisbigliando, a faint
whispering as I strangely begin to sing in calando
falling away fading – instantaneously I’m blinded
by stellar bodies brillante, sparkling harmoniously
heightening my dormant auditory impulses
as I realize I’m swallowing sound, singing
bocca chiusa with a closed mouth my inner shouts –
Am I still breathing my heart beating in perfect
timing or am I suffering sorrowfully in dark dolente?
Is our rhythm becoming estinto extinguished extinct?
My inner pulse now floating grazioso slowly becoming
mancando but I refuse to die away – This dream concert
was meant for me, meant for nocrurne, meant for the
endless night as it slows down to niente, barely audible
yet still filled with penseroso, thoughtfully blending
new melodies peu à peu, little by little the sounds will cease
in a motoin of scorrevole, gliding from note to note
until it all becomes eerily tacet, silent
as I slip away larghissimo, very slowly leaving this
splendid show feeling quite devoto, religiously
remembering my beginning as I become libero
set free to my last musical reverie, my final ommagio
to celebrate this earthly journey I was put on –
so if I seem pensive even sometimes malinconico
do not let my melancholy mute my inner melody
as I dream in symphonies
© Don Beukes
Excerpt from the book “Poetic Melodies”
Preface . . .
There is a human language that encompasses the globe, regardless of race, color, creed or country. Much the same way as laughter or tears, or any of our human emotions. When we see someone laugh, there is a universal language that is communicated by all of us. We know they are happy. Just as when we see someone crying, it is generally accepted to mean they are, most likely, sad. However, the language I am referring to goes beyond the sight of emotions, and runs deeper than the tear streaked lines of a sad face. I am speaking of a language that can penetrate to the deepest depths of the human psyche, it can be felt in the beating of our hearts and it can leave us soaring among our dreams.
This universal language is music.
Upon these waves of sound we can find our spirits lifted to the heavens, we can feel the beats and the rhythms in our beings and we are moved by the vibrations. We may become lost in a memory or a moment of time may be singled out by the distinct patterns and oscillations of a melody. We may gather by the thousands to listen to this music together or we may be alone in our rooms, or be dancing with our friends or cuddling with our love, but the universal language of music expands human communication beyond the normal realm. It propels us into the wavelengths of our souls, and it is there that we become in tune, we find our harmonies, and we recognize that there is a true power in music.
The poetry included in this book seeks to capture that essence and tap into that power. These are the lines of communication opened and inspired by the universal language called music.
Christopher Allen Breidinger, Author
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