rampion redux
from rampions notes
i get closer and closer all the time
the zenith algorithm
the gossamer cord that holds us here
the reason for right
the reason for wrong
i have discovered new combinations
i have stumbled upon a new pattern
during improvisation
during meditation
during composition
during love with excelon
during contemplation of ordinary things
observation of condensation
clouds which move like spirits through the skies
the intangible etheric caress of new music
music rushing into the voids of my head
music waiting patiently to be written
the exaltation of a thousand rhapsodies
the clash of huge orchestras crashing into agonising dissonance
whirlpools of reeds and strings
harp mirages in shattered shards
the ever insistent chatter of the percussion
turning to a rawer flavour
and every sound brings forth images
images of light
images of saints
images of nymphs in their nakedness
and then i see right through it all
through the flood of information
through the symbols through the masks
through the maya which distorts and mocks
through the obfuscation of matter and mind
through time through distance through memory
and there behind everything
a delicious empty place
there is nothing then suddenly there is everything
from where are these things springing….i wonder…?
so i stand back in my mind
small and tiny and hidden
the music continues to materialise
the visions continue appear
oh memories but not mine
all possible music all possible worlds
the horizon of perfection a black line of silence
then rise blazing stars stabbing glorious melody
chaos into arithmetic into energy into purest love
i reach for my piano
my fingers so white against the black notes
the room so still though humming with potential
a dome in my brain is reverberating a drone
tuning into that steadfast note
locking on to the power of that sound
then my fingers with even the barest impulse
glide across the keys i gently coax the beginning
the beginning of what…i wonder as i watch myself …?
i stop and i prepare a cup of nepenthe
i take a deep draught
and i my fingers moved in strange combinations
and in strange times
as my fingers played variations on the theme of the beginning
my head was clouded in other sound
like marbled veins of music shot through with crimson or blue
the struggle for life and more sweetness
trumpets blew down walls
lyres summoned angels
lutes invoked lush green gardens where were courtly maids
drums unleashed inferno and fleshpots
i hurl down bass
i slap on harmony roughly
i drag the music from my head screaming
i herd the trampling noises through my brain
i capture the vanguard in one suite
some things arrive intact miraculously
other things must be patched and repaired
but i realise these words are meaningless
music doesnt happen in words
music doesnt reside in pictures or glyphs
and it hurts as it comes through
it burns up as it enters my mind
then it slips smoothly soothing
then it murmurs its name
then it so warm
then it so calm
then it travels at fond speed
illuminating planes and spheres of darkness
this music i have received somehow from somewhere
and i often laugh
who knows how long has passed
one minute or one year
this feeling is sustaining and yet killing me
i am combusting on myself yet always remade
and music surrounds me like the sea
and i breathe it in
and i move on