All puns intended.
Bass
All puns intended.
Treble Clef
“I was assailed by memories of a life that wasn’t mine anymore, but one in which I’d found the simplest and most lasting joys…”
– Albert Camus [The Outsider, 1942]
A Poem – Inbetween Awake & Asleep
Patiently still I listen and lay
For a creature of sand to come and say,
“To sleep with you, you weary wretch!
There are eerie dreams for you to sketch!”
A dark and warm inviting gaze
Emerges from blue twilight haze.
Heavy, my body sinks in a heap;
Weightless, I float through dizzying sleep.
Dream, young man. For your days are many.
But rest in the night while the world is uncanny.
That pulse is so loud; a thick throb in my ear.
Then silence twists through and there’s nothing to hear.
Cold, biting winds drag me slowly from slumber
With gusty white hands and my bed becomes sombre.
Grey in the light of a cold, rainy morning.
Please let me sleep more – away from the dawning.
-2008
A Poem – The Composer
The Composer grows weary.
But fret not, my deary!
For in his dreams and slumbers
Come his greatest scores and numbers…
Meet A Friend Of Mine
Let me introduce a lad that I know. He’s really quite nice, though it may not show. His face and attire could give you a start; with spider leg hair – his name is Art.
No doubt he’ll be showing up on this site every now and then…. What better time for you to meet him?
P.S.Clinen 