I've been up all night simply because I couldn't sleep.
Not a wink.
I've been piddling around the house straightening up and staring off into space and just generally feeling lonely.
And then, around 5:30am I was at the piano, like old times, and I realised why I wasn't able to sleep. It was because I needed to get a song out. I need to TUNE MY PIANO. It's sketchy.
I must say, it's been awhile since I've had uniterrupted times with my piano. I've been by myself pretty much all week and of course now, right when everyone is about to come piling back into the house, THAT'S when my brain and heart decide to start speaking to each other about songs.
Here is what was recorded:
It's only Garage Band, using the built in microphone on my MacBook. It's really, really rough but I like that you can hear the birdsongs at the end. I'll let it simmer for a couple of days and then, if I think it's worth continuing, I'll record it for realz on ProTools.
The words were actually written awhile ago, I don't remember what sparked them, but the melody came in full force early this morning.
Here are the words:
What is left when the words run out?
And what used to be an ocean
Turned into river
That found a creekbed
On up into a spring
Into a heart of a mountain
So stone cold.
Into your heart of a mountain
So stone cold.
What is left when the words run out?
Every man is an Adam
Every woman is an Eve
All of us failing in
How things are supposed to be
Crying out for our hearts
To be unburdened
Crying out for our hearts
To be unburdened
What is left when the words run out?
I am a shrinking violet
Scared of your scorn
That these words I have written will
Be met with a lukewarm
Response of indifference
That I am a drama queen
But what you need to know is that I love you
In spite of all of this
This from a heart
Of a woman
That is blazing for you.
This from a heart
Of a woman
That is blazing for you.
I'm a little curious as to what you think of it. And please, no patronization. If it's boring say so. ;-) I can't stand it when people indulge in flattery. When it comes to music, honesty is always best.
Less than 24 hours till my beloved is home.
I can't tell you how happy that makes me.