O This Yearning…

Nighfall comes laden with sweet smell of lavender, and the far-flung azure echoes its soulful intent. Wondrous, translucent stars pour out argent lambency onto a lake unclouded by ponderance and agitation. So begins this nocturnal benediction inviting us into a refuge of long-lasting calm, which now envelopes the vales.

The circling, sibilant sound of turtle doves hang in the air. Nightingales sing glorious hymns to the Evenstar, and to the queen of flowers: The Rose.

O this yearning…

Rapture

Rapture

O what solemn bliss

fills the heart

When a thimbleful

Sip Of divine love

Depurate it from earthly dross…

White and crystalline like the snow,

It glows like the morning star…

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Ich sang an meiner Nebelschur

Nun Nahrung aus der Welt

Und herrlich rings ist die Natur.

Die mich an Busen halt

Die Welle wieget unsern Kahn…

Now through my navel-string I suck nourishment

From the World. And splendid all around is Nature,

holding me in bosom. The wave lifts and rocks our boat in the rhythm of the oars, and mountains, cloud-girt, counter our course…

Beethoven : A Play

Beethoven is in his room deep in thought…he wears a saturnine mien. His brow riddled in agony but those hazel eyes still bear pure child-likeness.

Beethoven

O this anguish of soul though fleeting

Seems to me to last eternity.

Amidst gloomy and brooding thoughts wafting

Over my head, the Muses’ lofty

Cadences still weave their lucent magic.

Restored by the limpidity that now

Engulf me, a new opening has indeed

Been carved in my inmost being-

An oculus through which purest distillation

Of musical ideas emerge full-fledged

And forever uniting with Nature’s transcendent laws…

Matterhorn

Behold the majestic cloud-clad azure

Bejeweled by a glorious halo

And gleaming in velvety purpureal glow

I see a noble, steadfast, pure

Peak chiseled by a mighty hand

Mightier than Michelangelo.

Aeolian Harp resound it’s triumphant tremulous music against the backdrop

Of the ineffable and tremendous

Vista! O fiery and luminous

Stars, your golden silence ever mellifluous

O wayfarer can you grasp and understand

This heart-soaring ritornello?