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The music of life is fire
Song is the source of life
Color sings the note
Voices mark the beat
with sharps and a major in "C"
Variations in B flat or plain.
The scale in a quick turn around
Counting out 1 2 3 Four
Bursting to set all in right
rhythm; beginning again with two
melodies winding in tape
Octaves half finished in blue.
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Songs in such soft tones seem blue
Like smoke circles shaped round
Float without anchor on tape
In contrasting rhythms before
Folding their wings two by two
As if observing some rite.
Seen on a visual plane
Music is moving like fire;
This grace may allow ear to see
Every note as harmonics alight,
Intervals defining a beat
Pausing to wait for each note.
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The composer may pause to annote
Improvising on this, the same plane
Preserving the sense of its beat,
Lifting one flame from its fire
To share with the shadows its light.
High above waves of the "C"
flows the one note, the chord sounding right
Seeing blue
Feeling too
Breathless in singing this round;
Repeating the cadence for
All of its value on tape.
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All wavelengths are subject to tape,
Most can be captured aright;
The eye and the ear therefore
Melding all colors, yet blue
always circles around
With its sharp and its soft sound too
Like an island encircled by sea.
As tides become worthy of note
With the ebb and the flow of light
The coming of night on this plane
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allegro animato calls the beat
in altisimo cedes the scale of "C"
accelerando speeds the fire
affretando agitate sings the note
Flying above the plane,
Reaching beyond the light
Counting alle breve two
Over the rest of the tape.
Waiting until it comes round,
The harmony is right
With the color of superb blue
While two by two makes four.
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Fortissimo poco fore
And back to a count of two
Where the wind has blown, where it blew;
The finale ending the tape
Prima Volta Rubato. The right
Legato Grandioso quasi round
A Capella Grazia light
Rollentando Rigoroso for beat
Ma non troppo bene plain
Appasionata Bravura in "C"
Cantabile Cantando by note
Suspirando brilliante in fire.
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Wavelengths of light long and round
Declare to the eye for
acceptance: this rite
of selection, a choice more than two
from these hundreds of shades, more than tape
can remember. More blue
tones, more reds than in fire
More rainbows of light
and palettes of note
than the artist can beat
Or the drummer can see:
Not the perspective of plain.
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Atmosphere on this plane --
In the distance a fire
Bright vision, a sea
Reflective with light
Overflowing the beat
While the moon draws a note
In electronic blue.
Scribes round
In a blending of tape
Shades of four
Tones of two
Where a dark brush may write.
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Rotating color, the wheelwright
Masters the digital tape,
Duplicates composing too,
Details with shape in the round,
Rendered with tone in the fore
Ground, and sky where the winds blew.
Pixelation is marked with a note
At the site of the second plane
Where the climate appears beat
By the temperate warmth of fire;
Seabirds fly down and alight
By the warmth of the sea.
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The world may know not what it sees:
Painting with light is the true note
All color forms in waves. White light
Can be drawn out and fixed to a plane
As if flooded with fire.
Baked glass in molten hues beat
Shapes the pixels in RAM and on tape
Of that rite
Where the colors are four
Red yellow green blue
With black in a back round
And white making two.
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Watching the colors spin to
Listen as they turn the tape
Succeeding each its place as they go round
And every tone calls forth a sound that's right
From cadmium to blue
And not just four --
thousands albeit
More than one can see:
Glissandos chorus choirs of fire-
flies, more than the eye can note
Or ear can see the plain
Rhapsodic orchestra of light.
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The whole must swell, one only can't alight
Nor stain the deepest red of beet
That alizarin deep; nor thalo plain
Taint colors of the sea.
The blue green algae sing a sharper note
Against the tint of foxfire
Bright as tangerine or berries for
contrast; then the purple grape to
Sound a chord when blue
Envelopes tape,
A perfect rite
Of passage, circles round.
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Voi
The light of chroma fills a thundering sea
For chords of red resound with chords of blue
The beat appasionata -- cadence or single note
All spectra gives to every scale the right
Quasi plain ma non tropo fuoco;
Tape captures glissando, forzando ends the round.
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