The prequel to my magnum opus, The Meadow. A longing tune from a lost girl who would come to end the end of the world. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Mr Deuce, I'd like to play a song for you. And then, I'd like for you to play it, how you'd like to play it! And I want to hear the wonderful creatures I call the Fabrik play along with you too! This place is so enchanting, I want to add my own part to it. Would that be okay, Mr Deuce?" "ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴜɴ, ɪ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~more

I made a challenge for myself this month, each day (after getting my drums and other instruments designed) I set a timer for 10m and do my best to compose some fire piano-work. This is the one I've liked best out of the 9 melodies I composed this month, so I extended it into a full song. Haven't quite spent an hour yet fleshing it out, so it will be better in the future when I circle back around to throw some weight into it. Enjoy!more

Sitting down to be with her new friend spade Melodies shaking violently, her fingers as they played - Vindikros, the lone piano in that open green field The place where ignorance is stripped away, dead words no longer concealed - The burning light of being here, exposed to endless dark Awareness of one's own lack of awareness, into the Truth to embark - The lost girl needed to be here, though here she'd not find her way Her time here in the Meadow would shape the coming of her days - Our old friend with his wisdom easily danced across the keys, his fingers forcing song (as always) as beautiful as could be - The Meadow terrified her at first, so quickly would it change The lone voice of spade's piano melody blooming wildly into a stage - As the notes rang out into the open field, spirits would gather 'round Drums erupting, violins singing, a soul-twistingly beautiful sound - The lost girl sat in astonishment, overwhelmed by this place The voices of all these ghastly creatures striking her with fear and grace - "THESE SOULS ARE NOT TO BE FEARED DEAR LITTLE ONE, COME NOW AND PLAY WITH ALL OF US! IT'S FUN!" - She'd been drawn to that old church piano where she escaped in younger days When father and her family and her obligations were away - But playing alone in the dark was nothing compared to this The violent beauty of the Meadow, music filled with terror and bliss - In awe of these unearthly creatures as to spade's melodies were they trailing, the lost girl watched them twist and jerk, their limbs on instruments flailing - She sat in silence listening nervously to the mass creating the song For two and a half minutes seeking her chance to play along - She mustered up her courage. our old friend felt it was time He played a slower melody to let her join in on the rhyme - She let go of her body and let her fingers love the keys. Her soul knew how to play its song with dignity and ease. - Never had she felt this way, keeping up with such musicians! It all seemed so effortless, her body free from inhibition - Joy flooded her being, an honor to play with such beautiful creatures she'd later find out these were deceased musicians, poets and teachers - An eruption of chaos and beauty shouted out from the field The otherworldly mass playing with all the might it could wield - In the afterglow of the chaos the two closed the book on the story The spirits standing in silence, respectfully listening to the glory - As the piano slowly fell to sleep, the two sat in a calm silence The once thrashing, explosive group now surrendering their violence - The lost girl sat at the piano, realizing she no longer felt any fear This place is not so terrifying after all.. I could get lost heremore