A Silence Hunts Me

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  • Опубликовано: 21 дек 2024
  • A Silence Haunts Me
    adapted from a letter by Ludwig van Beethoven
    Hear me, brothers -
    I’ve a confession painful to make.
    Six years I have endured a curse
    that deepens every day. They say
    that soon I’ll cease to hear the very
    music of my soul. What should be
    the sense most perfect in me
    fails me, shames me, taunts me.
    A silence haunts me.
    They ask me -
    Do you hear the shepherd singing
    far-off soft? - Do you hear a distant
    fluting dancing joyously aloft?
    - No. - I think so? - No. - I
    think so? - No.
    God, am I Prometheus? - exiled
    in chains for gifting humankind
    my fire? Take my feeling -
    take my sight - take my wings
    midflight but let me hear the
    searing roar of air before I score
    the ground!
    Why? - Silence is God’s reply
    - and so I beg me take my life -
    when lo - I hear a grace and feel
    a ringing in me after all -
    so now as leaves of autumn fall, I
    make my mark and sign my name
    and turn again to touch my flame
    of music to the world, a broken
    man, as best I can,
    As ever,
    Faithfully yours,
    (- A bell? - A bell?)
    Hear me,
    and be well.

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  • @csdoctor2000
    @csdoctor2000  7 дней назад

    A Silence Haunts Me
    adapted from a letter by Ludwig van Beethoven
    Music by Jake Runestad, poem by Todd Boss
    Hear me, brothers -
    I’ve a confession painful to make.
    Six years I have endured a curse
    that deepens every day. They say
    that soon I’ll cease to hear the very
    music of my soul. What should be
    the sense most perfect in me
    fails me, shames me, taunts me.
    A silence haunts me.
    They ask me -
    Do you hear the shepherd singing
    far-off soft? - Do you hear a distant
    fluting dancing joyously aloft?
    - No. - I think so? - No. - I
    think so? - No.
    God, am I Prometheus? - exiled
    in chains for gifting humankind
    my fire? Take my feeling -
    take my sight - take my wings
    midflight but let me hear the
    searing roar of air before I score
    the ground!
    Why? - Silence is God’s reply
    - and so I beg me take my life -
    when lo - I hear a grace and feel
    a ringing in me after all -
    so now as leaves of autumn fall, I
    make my mark and sign my name
    and turn again to touch my flame
    of music to the world, a broken
    man, as best I can,
    As ever,
    Faithfully yours,
    (- A bell? - A bell?)
    Hear me,
    and be well.