Syncopated Solo
I wish my heart would sound like the chorus of the Human Voice — echoes of all of us rolled into one sonorous cheering crescendo exhaled in a melodious whisper. It is more likely though that my heart beat is echoing just the vibrations of one single instrument... the one that makes me catch my breath whenever I hear it... giving me the illusion that it is not my ears that feel it. My heartbeat won't be topping any charts, it won't even be much of a tune; it's an accompaniment.
Nothing matches the pluck on my soul like the sound of the string bass....
It sounds something like this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pyUZh_Cbw6Q
And inspires a poem like this, about being alive:
"Double Bass Solo"
My player plays me good
He plays me like he should
He plays me on and on
He plays me all night long
And when we're gone—
the air carries out this song
#Challenge
#Heartbeat2thePitchofPersonality
12.29.2017
A High Trio
The music of my heartbeat is a solo violin, a hammer dulcimer, and an ocarina, high and arcing until it descends in tone far further than you had known those types of instruments could go. The bpm would be tracked by the violin which would vary exceedingly often from long draw out notes to quick sequences. It would not make any music charts in the modern world, but it would become a staple of renaissance fair music.
Thunderstorm
The bass starts low, accompanied by a rumble from the drums. It’s a dark beginning, like the calm before the storm.
High above the basses, the flute works a smooth and staccato melodic notes, interchangeably.
Everyone waits with baited breath.
The saxophones come in at once, adding a rough harmony that dances through the middle of the spectrum.
Listeners feel a thrill as a chill runs through their bodies. They’re scared, but intrigued.
No one notices as the clarinet melody starts, low. Quickly it rises to replace the flutes, and everyone is shocked at this sudden and unexpected change.
Every instrument dips suddenly into a quiet and smooth melody.
It’s a beautiful bar, and listeners vow to return.
The conductor gestures as the music swells. Then, explosively, the orchestra lets loose one powerful, staccato note, leaving the audience feeling dazed.
It was a long and complex piece, but most people will fail to understand its depth. The composer didn’t gain great fame, and she is not the next Mozart, but the piece is occasionally praised in Italy.
The composer plans to look for other pursuits.