Lisa's Song: For Soprano, Flue, Cello , and Piano An Art Song, 2014
What would it look like to be
What would it be like to be
Normal, normal for me
I mean without the highs and lows
All of those high and lows...
When I think of "normal", I think if...
Just barely alive
If I'm really honest
I don't like the idea
Of being numb
Am I just addicted to climbing the ladder
and jumping off again and again and again?
Maybe I'm wrong about "stable"...
"normal" for me
Maybe boring is a blank canvas to paint on
Wouldn't I like a blank page to build on..
Slowly
A mosaic atop a canvas
That was boring
But isn't anymore!
_____________________
Of myself and of Avraham, 2014
Let me remove my armor a moment
Hang each mask, costume, and prerequisite
And sit naked before you
As when, bathed in the blood of my mother,
Novel expectation was all there was
An untainted cry bursting with new song
Was my only contribution
Let me , from this place, begin
To acknowledge your mystery and approach wisdom
And suspend my former nature in your beautiful enigma
Would I then feel adequate?
Would I then accept my own heart?
Any yet, the vibrations are not true
Without each word I spoke wrongly
Each sordid, evil, despicable thought and deed
That played it's melody upon my heart
These years since it's first melody
Though I have thought to cover each with
Beauty, light, and love
I fail to posses enough
And yet you knew before you formed
The swirling chaos of space
And set evil within the bounds of time
That your great melody of Life
Would teach my very being a finer newness
Than the virgin promise of my first cry
For even as I am, I breathed eternity
When from slumber I rose to your song of grace.
What would it look like to be
What would it be like to be
Normal, normal for me
I mean without the highs and lows
All of those high and lows...
When I think of "normal", I think if...
Just barely alive
If I'm really honest
I don't like the idea
Of being numb
Am I just addicted to climbing the ladder
and jumping off again and again and again?
Maybe I'm wrong about "stable"...
"normal" for me
Maybe boring is a blank canvas to paint on
Wouldn't I like a blank page to build on..
Slowly
A mosaic atop a canvas
That was boring
But isn't anymore!
_____________________
Of myself and of Avraham, 2014
Let me remove my armor a moment
Hang each mask, costume, and prerequisite
And sit naked before you
As when, bathed in the blood of my mother,
Novel expectation was all there was
An untainted cry bursting with new song
Was my only contribution
Let me , from this place, begin
To acknowledge your mystery and approach wisdom
And suspend my former nature in your beautiful enigma
Would I then feel adequate?
Would I then accept my own heart?
Any yet, the vibrations are not true
Without each word I spoke wrongly
Each sordid, evil, despicable thought and deed
That played it's melody upon my heart
These years since it's first melody
Though I have thought to cover each with
Beauty, light, and love
I fail to posses enough
And yet you knew before you formed
The swirling chaos of space
And set evil within the bounds of time
That your great melody of Life
Would teach my very being a finer newness
Than the virgin promise of my first cry
For even as I am, I breathed eternity
When from slumber I rose to your song of grace.