There is rhythm in dance
Where body and mind
Sway upon subtlest emotions
Movements smooth and flowing
Such an unseen force
Surging from within
The dance conquers
The dancers’ soul
There are whispers
Almost unheard yet entirely seen
Upon the edge of hearing
Near silence yet serves as guides
As tempos and beats
as lovers dance the midnight waltz
[November 12, 2007 | Morning]
[First Serenade]
A week ago while surfing the world wide web there was this guy performing his rendition of a song by a famed pinoy rock band and looks like he’s playing easy on his hands, so I searched for the song’s music sheet and begun to practice but to my dismay, the song was not that easy as I had expected. The notes I luckily struck were just plain noise and the rights ones are quite hard to catch up, worse searching for someone to help me out of my demise didn’t help me out, OK what is with this song? Why am I unable to play it, almost giving up I tried the next morning and to my astonishment I was able to play the intro quite tolerable, tried and failed, tried and failed the cycle never seem to end and this song is really getting down deep into my nerves making me want to shoot the guy who came up with this song.
Now, yes that was a week ago the time I am preparing for this moment and this would be the first time I would be using my guitar not for personal entertainment but to sing in front of a lady I barely knew. How in the world did I get myself into this? First, I know only one song that I can sing along yet I cannot possibly use it to attract wanted attention. Second, I really am not good at singing and third, I don’t even knew I could play guitar in the first place, backing out now is no longer possible co’z she’s approaching me real fast.
Hi and she smiled, told me to get inside, led me to sit on the far side of the chair so that people cannot watch me in horror. Persuading her to play first at least Bayang Magiliw (err it’s actually titled Lupang Hinirang really) but alas, she’s hard as a rock, she wont do anything that I might laugh at.
G C9 G C9 (chords)
I’m doing the intro right, got her attention, make this moment happen…loose yourself.
G (D-UD-UD) C9 (D-U-U-U-U)
Uso pa ba ang harana
Marahil ikaw ay nagtataka
Sino ba tong mukhang gago
Nagkandarapa sa pagkanta
At nagsisintonado sa kaba
And she just smiled, so sweet, so loving, and so tender. Wait… stop this is not the time she’s supposed to smile. “May dumi ba sa ngipin ko, makapal ba makeup ko samantalang wala namang make-up, mukha na ba akong clown sa circo ng pinaggagagawa ko sa harap mo”. Bakit ka nakangiti? and things goes on as they are meant to be…
[August 2007 | A Night After the First Serenade]
[Questions]
how would one act
amidst restraints
when words are not meant
to be spoken
to be in doubt
to even bother
to search for strength; within
word’s of dire
consequences unknown
how would one gamble
against flush aces
when the king of hearts
is left hoping for a queen
should one pass
give up his lot
or flip a card
and bet it all
tell me
how did i end up…
…in silence…
hiding beneath loud voices
wishing upon a smile
[July 2007 | Signature Loveletters]
09… teet… teet (a higher pitch than the previous one) this cellphone makes distracting sounds as I dial familiar number.
Ring… ring… ring… At last the phone rung at the other end.
Ring… ring… ring… I’ve starting to have this feeling that things won’t go as I expect them to be.
“… … … is either unattended or out of coverage area.” Curse this automated answer whenever I dial an unattended number.
“Kuya ba’t dika mapakali?” my cousin Eric inquired.
“I don’t know… pano ko ba siya makikita”
“puntahan mo kaya sa kanila”
“nope, it doesn’t work that way”
Buzz… buzz… buzz…
Received a message from an unknown number, do I really have a choice but to read the semi-anonymous message, well aside from ignoring and deleting it into oblivion. “I saw you a while ago, I didn’t bother coz you’re having fun with your cousins. It would’ve been impolite if you’d leave them for me”.
Whoa, “she’s here” if only she knew how much I wanted to see her. Sending a reply would take me too much time, it’s better if I’d call again
Ring… ring… ring…
“hello” a female voice
“can I talk to you”
Some commotion and she hunged-up Dumbstruck, why wouldn’t she talk to me, I really can’t find a reason for her not to.
“It’s me, can I talk to you?” a return message I just sent to clear things out.
Buzz… buzz… buzz… (An immediate reply)
“Who are you?” She doesn’t see to know me and there’s something weird about her number.
Ring… ring… ring… (calling again)
“Hello?” the same female voice
“Do you know my cousin Mac-mac?”
“Yeah, I do know Marco?”
“OK, thank you” then I hunged up. I remembered my cousin texted someone a while ago.
Frustration crawling up my skin “Mac, somebody texted you” Ironic I found a smile envelope my cousins face.
[November 2, 2007 | November's Solistle]
