Sa bawat hakbang
ay nag-iingat
sa bawat salita
ay pinagaaralan
Sabihin ang nararapat
ang hindi dapat
ito'y hindi sinasabi
manapa'y inililihim
Upang sa bandang huli
ang kaaway na nakaabang
mga matang nakamasid
ay di ka matukoy
Kalagayang nasa bingit
at walang kasiguruhan
habang ikaw ay
nasa sinapupunan
ng halimaw.
Pen Name: Ed Aliwalas
Date: 1/1/10 @7:30am
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Beautiful Cello
I always hear the phrase “that’s music to my ears.” Music is a part of our life. It is the ingredient of the need to go on, to continue what we have and to hold onto it until we may never have the strength to be able to. And music comes in different forms, languages, genre. It comes from musical instruments that we are most familiar with and from instruments alien to us. And whether it’s warm or cold, music penetrates every pore of your skin, every core of your being.
As a musical instrument, you are a cello that looks mysterious from a distance. Why is it that I have this kind of feeling towards you, my dear cello? Are you that kind of cello that I should have but don’t have the strength to have it? Why is it at times I want to stare at you longer if I have the chance, but it looks like I won’t be able to play your strings but only look at it. Even though I want to really try sometimes to feel the notes reverberating from you, it would just have to wait. I'm like waiting for nature to unravel itself and play its course uncertain about the outcome. Would I just be satisfied looking up for time to cease looking at you, and find ways to start knowing you? Is it fear of uncertainty that if I would try to know you more the sound that would come out won’t be the ideal sound I wanted to come out? Would it be a sound that I would hate? Is it a sound that I would love? Would my playing be in unison and harmony with the sound I wanted that would come out of you? But how would I know if I don’t start knowing you now as much as I can?
I know there will be a time to confront this feeling towards you, dear cello. Guts and strength is what I needed. But I knew you have history of making music. You’ve been tried and tested by people who don’t look at you with awe from a distance nor appreciate what you are for making music. People don’t see the beauty in you and that they don’t seem to care about your feelings (as though instruments have feelings) as a musical instrument. Is it the reason why a misguided person would mistreat you? Leave you alone in that corner deserted? That person would say how much he loves you but never a hint that he would eventually hurt you for a reason? You need tender care that I wish I could take care of you and hold you to give you warmth in my arms if you will. I long to give you company at the corner of that empty room, your place, to clean away the webs and dust away from your strings and the glossy embodiment of your being.
I wish I won’t be afraid to go beyond my fear of uncertainty if I knew we would make beautiful music together. I know I have to hang in there as much as I can while I’ll be at a distance watching and appreciating you. You are a beautiful cello, a cello of someone else’s dream. From where I am, you are that cello of my musical dream. I guess the safe distance would make that relationship, like low rising, all for the love of you.
Yes, my beautiful cello, If only you knew. #
12/5/09
As a musical instrument, you are a cello that looks mysterious from a distance. Why is it that I have this kind of feeling towards you, my dear cello? Are you that kind of cello that I should have but don’t have the strength to have it? Why is it at times I want to stare at you longer if I have the chance, but it looks like I won’t be able to play your strings but only look at it. Even though I want to really try sometimes to feel the notes reverberating from you, it would just have to wait. I'm like waiting for nature to unravel itself and play its course uncertain about the outcome. Would I just be satisfied looking up for time to cease looking at you, and find ways to start knowing you? Is it fear of uncertainty that if I would try to know you more the sound that would come out won’t be the ideal sound I wanted to come out? Would it be a sound that I would hate? Is it a sound that I would love? Would my playing be in unison and harmony with the sound I wanted that would come out of you? But how would I know if I don’t start knowing you now as much as I can?
I know there will be a time to confront this feeling towards you, dear cello. Guts and strength is what I needed. But I knew you have history of making music. You’ve been tried and tested by people who don’t look at you with awe from a distance nor appreciate what you are for making music. People don’t see the beauty in you and that they don’t seem to care about your feelings (as though instruments have feelings) as a musical instrument. Is it the reason why a misguided person would mistreat you? Leave you alone in that corner deserted? That person would say how much he loves you but never a hint that he would eventually hurt you for a reason? You need tender care that I wish I could take care of you and hold you to give you warmth in my arms if you will. I long to give you company at the corner of that empty room, your place, to clean away the webs and dust away from your strings and the glossy embodiment of your being.
I wish I won’t be afraid to go beyond my fear of uncertainty if I knew we would make beautiful music together. I know I have to hang in there as much as I can while I’ll be at a distance watching and appreciating you. You are a beautiful cello, a cello of someone else’s dream. From where I am, you are that cello of my musical dream. I guess the safe distance would make that relationship, like low rising, all for the love of you.
Yes, my beautiful cello, If only you knew. #
12/5/09
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