Friday, April 2, 2010

Cannon for Good Friday





Tremolo: earth quakes

Glissando: law shifts on grace

Fermata: ripping

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3 comments:

Craig and Bethany said...

Fantastic. The juxtaposition of the music terms totally makes it for me. Keep 'em coming!

Any other takers? I promise to post an actual poem here soon. :) Don't leave me hanging gang!

scottnicks said...

mmmm. Music. Noises culled from chaos and placed into an order. To communicate feeling. Action. Mood. All set to a score from a Composer who has a Story to tell.

@Bethany: We're waiting. I've got a party going on over on FB.

Tattoo Girl said...

Moon Poem 2

83%

Crows riding wind waves
Their black quick-rowing wing strokes.
No hesitation.

Prevail.