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Written by Brad Roberts

14 Nov

The Flu


Hey folks,

I spent the day with the flu. Couldn’t stay awake. Fever, chills, sweat, you name it.

Here’s another villanelle. First time I ever wrote about writing music. The form is formidable, as usual. Had to get out the old rhymezone.com. Its a great dictionary, particularly for rhymes. Sometimes I get a line out of the word, as when I typed in ‘boot’ and found ‘champagne flute’ and ‘three piece suit’. That led to a song immediately.

All for now.

HE HEARD A MELODY THAT GENTLY BLENDED

He heard a melody that gently blended
The interval was first a minor third
But then his finger slipped, unintended.

Now, he played it back and comprehended
The note he hadn’t chosen, how it stirred,
He heard a melody that gently blended

A sixth held gently, then descended
Passing by a flatted fifth, undeterred
Again his finger slipped, unintended

And there he stared, like a chord suspended:
He stopped playing, and did not say a word.
He heard a melody that gently blended.

He wondered if he’d hear how it ended.
It was as though a shift had just occurred;
He’d heard a melody that gently blended
But then his finger slipped, unintended.


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