MUSIC
In May of 1913, the premiere of a musical work written for Spring was controversial. Audiences were upset because it went against their concept of the season. Perhaps they were correct in their instinct. However, equally natural is the sentiment that making oneself feel nothing, so as to avoid feeling anything, is a waste. A flower in bloom is the rain of April and the rot of September. This May, for better and for worse, something beautiful is born.
Chapter 1: Rose
Sunny days bring joy.
In June, they may even build rainbow bridges.
So, where in the world is Light,
if not in rainbows?
Chapter 2: Flame
In July, fireworks honor greatness.
They illuminate the night sky in spite of those who may seek to dim its shine,
like gems that are cut brilliantly reflect Light.
Chapter 3: Diamond
Although August is named after the creation of an empire and its grand conquests, the celebration may want to wait. The grass is not green, the seas are not blue, and not even the sky; they are red, red with all you owe me.
Chapter 4: Blood
September is a month of memorial for many.
Blue bridges extent into a sea of night stars,
the sparkles in the eyes if those we loved.
Chapter 5: Lucy
October casts a shadow, if only for a moment,
like a costume, or an eclipse.
When we look up into the night sky, is what we see true,
or is it the light of what once was?
Chapter 6: Star
In the penultimate month of November,
we begin to reflect on past moments;
the flowers of May, the flames of June, the sparkles of July, the leaves of August, the sapphires of September, the stars of October,
knowing that the pleasure, and the pain,
are part of making new ones.
Chapter 7: Guts