Translate my body into song, a song
that only you know how to sing. Transpose
my thoughts in E flat major—key of love
and deepening devotion. Score my lips
in F sharp major—triumph over pain.
My heart, compose in G—idyllic, filled
with tender gratitude. And for my breath,
E major—laughing pleasure, full delight.
And I will sing you, too, my dear, will sing
in tones that only you can hear, will learn
to sing outside the staves—for they’re too much
like cages for the wilderness of you.
And let us improvise together, let
us sing beyond the measures, let us learn
new signatures, new ways of listening.
I’m imagining my fingers dancing over a piano’s keys.
I’m listening, too. 🙂
thank you … I got so curious the other day about keys, and turns out that Schubart’s classifications are not the same as everyone else’s, but he sure did write about them most compellingly! Here’s to listening 🙂
Your inventions for the keys. like love in E flat major, or lips in F sharp. Whimsical indeed. You must be your own conductor, and player, and song.