The brooding, lurking musician who lives inside me could not let this theme go, so I give you this (perhaps) redoubtable poem and tell you of the tune I wrote. You’ll have to come and visit me if you ever wish to hear it. Consider yourself fortunate or deprived, depending on your musical tastes!
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Melody in Skeleton Key
In C major, or A minor, and no time signature,
without more noted on the staff, one cannot be sure
of the artful key-notes in the bar, where
“every good boy does fine” indeed, there.
As every note has its rightful place
I search to find some tuneful grace.
Is there a rhythm in the line that tells me
intention forged each mystery key?
Ones that open magic doors
that lead to long-lost music scores?
Perhaps the keys are but design,
denoting no melodic line,
but simply to delight the eye
with nothing to exemplify
a song, except for me who must
finish this odd-ball tune or bust.
So I did indeed complete the tune,
a lilting melody that I croon.
Few, if any, will hear it, though -
my song without words, sung adagio.
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Surely for this mystery theme provided by Sidey, I’ve done enough. . .
My mind happens to be the kind that hears many things– including songs of rhyme. Not necessarily a good thing– but in this case a beautiful song!
If you want to hear mine, just come on over – I’ve got enough spare room for you, your wie, AND Sidey! Welcome any time!
wonderful.now you have to record the tune and post it.
Sure! You can hear it, but as I said, you have to come over here to do so!
Oh dear, this could take a bit longer than I hoped
As long as it’s in the works! I’ve changed the sheets and vacuumed the floor of the guest room – so hurry up!
yaay!