May Theme – Music

Here are the submissions for the May Creative Challenge: Music!  We had five participants this month.  Hopefully, just thinking about the trigger word inspired some new creative ideas in all of you, even if you didn’t create something specific to share.  Time to get started on June!  Thanks to those who decided to take up the challenge.  Great Job!

From  Tyler, photo collage:

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From  Alisha, creative writing piece:

Rach of Hope

 Listening to Rachmaninoff is like walking down a hall of mirrored doors. Each note is an opening to an emotion; one’s life caught in neatly staffed lines on a white page of manuscript. When the door is opened a tidal wave of the actual feeling, the love, the loss, the joy, the hope, the despair hits the listener before there is even a chance to breathe. The notes create a deep jungle of our own experience that must be traversed with a machete, a sense of humor, and plenty of snake bite remedy.

On the surface Rachmaninoff’s “Rhapsody on a Theme from Paganini” may seem to be the ardent explosion of love, longing, and lust that accompanies romantic scenes in movie after movie. A frenetic opus to the disquietude of romance it may well be, but to me, when heard in the context of the complete movement, the rhapsody is less about romantic love than the love of survival. The music is the clinging to life, heart pulsing in chest and throat and wrist. Each breath, each beat, each pulse building the bittersweet fragility of life. It is the morning dawn soft and smudged across the dark memory of night:

A glimpse of genius in a life that seems dull and spent,

The cry of a baby,

The blossoming of a rose.

The prayer of longing from one soul to another to be heard and loved,

To be known for who one truly is and not what one seems to be.

The quieting of the inner voices.

The knowing of self.

The shaft of light through the darkening cloud,

The sea of calm surrounded by the maelstrom of hurricane.

The breathing point between one despairing disaster and the next reversal of life.

A flickering candle in a livid tinged nightmare,

The ease of somnolence after a sleepless night,

The transparent, unbelievable moment of casting aside pain,

Rejuvenation after chronic illness.

These moments will never be trite, never melodramatic. As with all of Rachmaninoff’s music, though it holds a promise of respite, it also holds the reality of hardship. This most beloved variation of Paganini’s theme is so beautiful because it occurred to Rachmaninoff to turn the notes upside down on the staff, to invert normalcy and discover the unexpected beauty in a reversal. Each bright note is paired with darker notes. The dark underpinnings of life, the heartbreak, the hurt, the finality of death may be real, but the “Rhapsody” encapsulates

the eternal pulse of life,

of breath,

of hope.    

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From  Kenna, sketch art:

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From  Ginny, original song:

(Note:  Dear Creative Fiends!  Friends too.

I decided to use this month’s theme, MUSIC, as an excuse to write my first song.  🙂  Yay!  Funny thing though.  I worked out a pretty happy tune, with a chosen uplifting topic that floated in words around my head all month, as I prepared to sit down and write.  Very excited!  And then… I had one of “those weeks.”  Feeling low, in a pretty rare (for me) bad mood, I decided to express my feelings through song one night.  So this happened instead.  But ya know what? . . . No regrets.  🙂  Can’t wait to see what you all came up with!  Hope your summer goes well!!
Love, Ginny
P.S.  Now, if anyone knows how to write accompaniment… we might need to get together!)
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Locked Inside Me
By Virginia Marie Tilby
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I wish I was an open door
Could look inside and see
The color of my heart today
And hear the melody
Walk in, sit down, turn pages
Of stories kept inside.
Swim the seas of grayish tears
My eyes couldn’t cry.
I wish I was an open door.
CHORUS:

Instead I’m locked up
Inside me
Outside’s lookin good
Door shut
Chained in 
Dead bolted like it should
Boards up
Nailed down
Thick glue
A pretty sign
That says: 
Ooh
She’s doin fine.
I wish I was a golden key
I’d give myself to you
I wish I wore the secret code
So you could see this too
Stroll through the gallery
Of my life’s history
Pictures display
What makes me me
Why can’t I be an open door
CHORUS
 
BRIDGE:

Had enough
Time to fly
Time to sing
Before I die
Courage sprouts
Grows and grows
Walls break down
And now you know
NEW ENDING CHORUS:

Cuz I’m open
Hello, world! 
The outside’s lookin gray
Door’s open
Chains broken
Locks melted away
Eyes wet
Tears falling
Free
A pretty sign
That says: 
Ooh
She’s doin fine.
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From  Lee, photography and poetry:
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Spring unfolds itself
petal upon petal.

Tulips poke through the snow,
shy displays of color
promising warmer days ahead.

Birds shake frost
from their beaks
to twitter thin threads
of sound.

The sun rolls back
a bank of clouds:
blue sky above.
At last.

Until, all at once,
the trees are draped
in bold hues,
and irises thrust upward,
and dandelions
spread like wildfire,
and the last of winter
is a grey memory,
distant
beyond the song of spring.

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Wonderful work, everyone!  Thanks for joining in.  Good luck on June!

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