Thursday, 1 January 2015

Solitude



First Revelation, Petals Vol.1, 6th Movement

(I remembered the child I was as the spirit came back to me. I was happy but terribly confused and scared to face the memories that came with and I cried out)

The child’s spirit becomes saddened and I feel the pain. Strength comes from more spirits who know the sad songs and I become lighter, yet tired of carrying the burden again.

The child’s spirit cries and I cry.

Rest my child, take solitude, my Grand Maestro says.

(The Great Voice spoke and all the voices became a force of many that I have to listen to our Grand Maestro)

And as the skies and Earth is filled with every spirit supporting me, I eventually come to rest.

Monday, 22 December 2014

We Played, We Cried (incomplete)



We played, We cried – song by Dawn Els
For my childhood friend Mmahidi, Daughter of Sophie
Farm Alsace of Tom J Wheeler, District Trichardtsdal, South Africa early 1960’s
I still remember, I still hurt…..

♫Mmahidi
(oh where are you)

Our lives ripped apart when we were so young
My heart, bleeding for you.
…….
run child run,
we must live
to grow up
we must hide
to survive
my Sister
let us grow old
our story be told
our children can play
together one day
in freedom under our sun
in our fields
the danger is there
to take, to devour
my little Sister
we have to run
Our hearts were beating as one
when we ran along
My Sister, they did us wrong.
…….
Can you hear me
Do you hear the drums
Calling, will they call again
I play them now for you my Sister
Let the wind carry the sound
Until you are found.

My voice, as we played
Arm in arm we’d run
To the river
Through the orchards
The tall elephant grass
Your voice, one voice.

We must play together again
Laugh and cry before we die

Who saw us – they were blind.
Who heard us – they were deaf
Who cared – they had no hearts.
And never saw, never listened
That heartless pest of politics
Regarded none
We would never have won.

Friday, 29 August 2014

Pax Deinde Venit (then came peace)



Story of “Pax Deinde Venit” (then peace came) composed by Dawn Els

It begins the moment the first peace documents were signed.

(I followed the path of history with this composition, believing that especially music itself kept a degree of peace. With this I also remember the values of the music as I imagine it must have been during WWII and therefore covered a few styles/genres with this composition.)

The story I saw in the fog

 In the dark, dead moments of the night the first ray of hope comes.
Is it true, what is this tapping, does it mean…..?

Confusion as some young soldiers wake up, they hear or do they imagine or are they still asleep and dreaming?

It is still vague...
Is this true?
Yes it is true

WE ARE AWAKE,
WE ARE ALIVE
the war is over!

But, can they be glad
when they are so sad?
Not every mate
lived to celebrate.

WE ARE AWAKE,
WE ARE ALIVE
PEACE CAME

They jubilate,
run and play
as little children,
they will be going home!

‘Interlude’
the soldiers run around,
packing, rejoicing,
stumble and tumble
jumping up and down
falling on the ground.

Back home families are woken by families,
some with hidden radios -
they hear the first surrenders being broadcast.
Mothers stop and start everything they do
quite a few times in a frenzy
before they realize,
then they become silent
in prayers of thanks.
Their sons will be coming home.
And the broadcasts go on
in the voices of all who wake.
And to the hills they all take
to shout their joy,
to pronounce peace arrived.

‘Interlude’
as some in the world are still sleeping
and others are weeping
under the grey blanket hoping
and not knowing...
they hear
and are not sure,
shells are still flying
and some are crying.

Under a pale moon.

Then music wakes and knows
and begins to play
as she played before
but with added notes of knowing.
A price had been paid.
Now we are free,
and we shall bury
and then we shall dance,
celebrating the lives of
them that will never grow old.

The lonely soldier whose young wife waits for his return,
knows no peace from the agony of his heart that burns,
remembering her.
He sees and hears none for the time
but the memory of her.
And a thousand miles away,
his young wife wails
her sorrows across the waters,
lonely without her man.
As she sings a promise and a prayer,
peace takes flight and reaches them both
and everyone, everywhere.

Then the world wakes up in a flurry of a great noise.
Peace had come.

http://youtu.be/pXisT1zKcE4