Friday, November 26, 2010

Life in C Major (poem)

Scientists have finally come up with 'a theory of everything’. Called the Hyperstring or Superstring Theory, it basically states that all the major laws of physics (gravity, electro-magnetism, nuclear forces etc) are like the individual strings of a guitar. The music that emanates when the guitar is played (by God?) is what we interpret we interpret as our physical universe.

Hmm…No wonder some people find music in everything and everything in music….

MAIN PIECE (Composed and arranged by Alexander Nderitu):
Through a barren sky sailed the BA flight from Heathrow.
Lady Cuthbert, a wealthy divorcee who wore hats as wide as a sombrero,
Turned sideways to her 17-year-old daughter, Rosaline, and said:
‘Oh, do cheer up, darling, you’re not on Death Row!’
‘Why do you always drag me along, mom?’ queried the young maid.
Ms. Cuthbert was a rolling stone – and I don’t mean a rock star.
One month she’d be in Mauritius and the next in Mexico.
She had probably accumulated more frequent-flyer miles
Than Salman Rushdie running away from his famous fatwa.
‘You’ll absolutely adore Spain,’ she said, gesticulating widely.
And to the stewardess: ‘Darling, fetch me another sherry and don’t be stingy.’
The next couple of weeks were spent in sun-kissed Marbella
Where Lady Cuthbert drank one sherry after another.
On seeing her bored daughter through an alcohol haze she said:
‘Why don’t you go to the beach or something, darling?’
There’s a place down the street where you can learn the piano.'
And that was how Rosaline came to meet Alberto.
She had always loved music and Alberto taught with such pasión.
He had no criticism, only encouragement: ‘Perfecto, perfecto!’
He showed her how to play the piano and dance flamenco:
‘Senorita Rosaline, you have the grace of an angel.’
It wasn’t until Lady Cuthbert was ready to move on
That she realized that her daughter had fallen in love.
Mother and daughter engaged in a showdown.
Words were exchanged and sherry was gulped down.
When the dust had settled, Lady Cuthbert flew out alone.
Rosaline married Alberto and settled in Spain.
As the black and white keys of the piano are both need to make music,
Those two dissimilar souls combined to produce the music of love.
Their life had its sharps and flats – it wasn’t all smooth sailing –
But they stuck together through sunshine and rain.
Whatever they lost – money, temper, youth, the occasional bet –
They had their music and it was their magic carpet.
Once, as a deluge laid waste to the town of Marbella,
Alberto played Johann Bach’s 'Prelude in C Major’
While Rosaline stood silhouetted against the window,
Her back to the relentlessly falling bullets of water,
Twirling her curly English hair and smiling at her matador.
And when the classic piano piece came to a close,
Albert smiled and blew a kiss to his ‘English rose.’
This year, the couple celebrated their fortieth anniversary
And Lady Cuthbert sent her congratulations from Italy.
(The old dragon has refused to die!)
Rosaline and Alberto now rejuvenate marriages on the brink
And their chosen medium is – you guessed it – music;
Dissenting couples come to learn how to sing and dance flamenco.
Rosaline’s brush-but-helpful approach has made her quite famous:
‘Alfonso, dance with your own wife – this is Couples Therapy not Swingers Anonymous!’
And, ‘Feminine grace is the watchword, Mrs. Ricardo.
There’s a fine line between breakdance and canté jondo.
Think of a reed being swayed back and forth by the wind:
You’re the reed and the music is the wind.’
And all this while Alberto strums his guitar, the husbands tap their shoes,
Spectators clap and the wives dance with the grace of flamingoes.
Feel the music.

(c) Alex N Nderitu

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