Eight musical notions by string quartet: a long walk to get to the comfort of home, a dark blue muddy sea, about the unstoppable growing entropy, an innocent dog with bad luck, a box of toys at Christmas, the divine machine at the maker’s hand, a sudden awakening, a restless machine that never arrived on time.
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|The weary traveler treads the frozen ground,|
Longing to reach his warm abode profound.
His aching feet drag with each heavy stride,
As his heart beats with a deep desire to reside.
|Through the bitter winds and the biting cold,|
He treks the path, feeling so alone and old.
But in the distance, amidst the trees,
A beacon of light he sees.
|The Cantabrian Sea, a tempestuous might|
As raging waves clash with an eerie might
Yet, tranquil whispers, an evening serene
With golden skies and cliffs aglow, it’s seen
|A tumultuous beauty, so wild and free|
The sea commands respect with its fierce spree
But as the sun sets, it turns to pure gold
An oasis of peace that never grows old
|The old wooden hourglass,|
Its sand flowing ceaselessly,
Aged grains trickling down,
Counting moments endlessly.
|With every turn of the glass,|
It marks the passage of time,
A reminder of life’s brevity,
And the moments we leave behind.
|The poor dog, driven insane|
Chained to the barn, in wind and rain
His barks, a cry for mercy and love
But met with silence, no care thereof
|Long days and nights, his only friend|
The rusted chain, his life’s bitter end
A tale of sorrow and cruel fate
Of a faithful dog, left to his desperate state
|An old wooden toy box,|
With treasures from my youth,
A lifetime of memories
That bring back joy and truth.
|Oh, sweet wooden toy box,|
Your memories still remain,
And I’ll treasure them forever
As if they were brand new again.
|The god creator weaves on his magical loom,|
Crafting the fabric of the universe’s womb.
Strands of energy and matter entwine,
Forming a cosmic tapestry, so divine.
|The loom slows, and the god’s work is done,|
A new universe created, from a single thread spun.
The god creator surveys his creation with pride,
A universe woven, by his hands, as his guide.
|A newborn creature emerges from the void|
Its eyes now open, its senses employed
It feels its body, a vessel for life
Its mind awakens, with thoughts rife
|Awareness dawns, a spark of light|
In the depths of its being, a fire ignites
A soul is born, pure and bright
As it takes its first steps into the night
|Metallic gears turning fast,|
Clocks ticking, time won’t last,
Whirring fans, humming sound,
Machine’s heartbeat never slows down.
|Silent worker, tireless might,|
Gears and bolts, a metal sight,
Rushing through a task undone,
Swiftly, efficiently, it’s begun.
Eight musical ideas for string quartet