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The Grand Stave

Updated on March 31, 2017

Andante

Andante.

The moderately slow pace at which I begin my song,

Smooth and soothing,

Like the touch of a gentle breeze

On delicate skin,

Soft.

Calm.

Moderato

Moderato.

My song continues, at a rising pace it’s tension follows suit

Anxiety grows and I begin to fight this change,

For a metamorphosis is not necessary and I am happy.

I am happy traveling slowly, slurring the notes.

I am happy with the gentle breeze on delicate skin,

Soft, and

Calm.


Allegretto

Allegretto.

My melody gains momentum.

Faster now,

It becomes stronger, more powerful, overwhelming

To a woman like me, so utterly lacking in wisdom.

So completely unacquainted with grief and pain.

So terrified of this newfound struggle,

I spin out of control, this tempo sending me

Spiraling into suffering.

And I long for the smooth breeze on delicate skin,

Soft, and

Calm.


Allegro

Allegro.

My song comes to fruition,

Nearing the peak of its furious forte.

Sending my stomach into stress ridden flips

And my head and heart into a crescendo.

A cacophony of sound piercing my soul in ways

I had never before known.

And I long for the smooth breeze,

On delicate skin,

Soft

And

Calm.


Prestissimo

Prestissimo.

The point in my melody at which I become lost.

Aching and hurting,

Feeling nothing and everything at the same time,

I am crying out.

Quivering violently.

I no longer have qualms about asking for help,

Or looking weak,

Because this furious rhythm has made me exactly so.

Over and over one thought rips through my mind

Begging for help. Begging for someone to come.

Begging. Begging. Begging.

I am treating stocattos like fermatas in a graceless attempt to slow down

And I have never longed more,

For the smooth breeze

On delicate skin

Soft

And

Calm.


Adagio

Adagio.

Finally, the denouement of my song.

The resolution to my prolonged suffering.

Adagio.

Your arrival.

Finally, I find myself at ease.

Adagio.

My slow, calm, gentle breeze on delicate skin.

I am steadied. Grounded. I welcome the newfound support,

And god, I welcome this new tempo.

I welcome the rhythm. Adagio.


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      Eric Dierker 7 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      That was really cool. A pleasure to read.