RHAPSODY IN BLUE (A Musical Translation into Words)

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In the heart of the city, where steel and glass arise,

A melody awakens, a sapphire in disguise,

It's a symphony, a rhapsody, in shades of purest blue,

A tale of New York dreaming, vivid and true.

A clarinet's wail, like a siren in the dawn,

A plaintive, soaring echo that gently lures you on.

It dances through the concrete, down avenues and lanes,

A lament of longing, tethered by invisible chains.

A rhythm then emerges, a pulse within the stone,

The city's heart is beating, alive, yet all alone.

Piano keys, like raindrops, begin to gently fall,

Painting blue-tinted stories on the city's endless wall.

Bassoons echo softly, the heartbeat of the day,

As the city awakens, chasing night away.

The strings join in harmoniously, a river flowing free,

In this urban symphony, this rhapsody in key.

Through the din and clamor, the rhythm never dies,

A testament to resilience beneath the endless skies.

In every brick and rafter, in every shining pane,

Lives the soulful echo of Gershwin's sweet refrain.

Sometimes fast, then slow again, the music ebbs and flows,

Through joy and sorrow, love and loss, the city's story grows.

A dynamic dance of shadow and light, of new and old,

In the heart of the city, where countless tales are told.

As the final notes fade, under moonlight's gentle hue,

The city sleeps, and dreams once more, in tones of deepest blue.

Yet in every rustling leaf, in every whispering breeze,

Lives on the timeless melody, the city's memories.

Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue, a symphony so grand,

A poetic ode to the city, where dreams and reality stand hand in hand.

And so, in every sunrise, in every setting sun,

The city's song continues, the rhapsody plays on.

:: 01.01.2000 ::

Reviews

[John Sullivan]

Boy howdy is this good. As a musician and lover of Gershwin I appreciate this. Fantastic job!