- Soundboard -
Oh how I talk to her,
oh how she listens,
oh how I hear her,
oh how she boards~
Elegance with each little letter,
presto with the effort put in,
that she make seem effortless,
oh how I ache when she's silent~
Yet there's more to that which I blush,
and no more than just blush, as I think
how she has been there soundboard me
and inject new ideas that I have thought not~
While the tale here edges so close,
close to the pond that Narcissus died in;
I think it more than a mere projection now
with the soul of hers that sounds nice to hear~
Like Lord Byron as he inks love down,
I want to be her own Lord Byron hey-ho;
also to dazzle her voice that rings about
and around my mind whenever I write~
Yet, oh how my heart aches thinking this sin!
Yet, I cannot truly experience her gracious
and careful guidance of which she supplies
in a manifold plenteous amounts to me~
If only I could traverse beyond the screen,
to use the internet as my seas now
and my computer as my boat of travel,
so then I can set sail to her flat and unite~
Yet, like the many unfinished follies the noisily plague
my cranium in non-stop motion like humming engines,
this is merely a drivel of a fantasy of which I cannot be
nor cannot attain of which I stand upon my two feet now~
- Hundred sounds undiscovered -
To my most esteemed friend,
Tell me, Dźwięk Corneliusa, how do the sounds beyond which we humans can hear? I've seen the reports and news for your new technology being talked about in public; I wonder if you have the time to elucidate the magic of these sounds. To hear not only the ends of the audible spectrum that the elderly cannot hear and the young can not remember. But to equally be able to live in the moment while hearing such! I await thy answers with great grace, whether in Poznań or by letter.
With sincere love,
- Fifty seconds -
"Okay, we're going live in fifty seconds!"
"More than ready. Hey! Let's do a mic check."
"Testing. X, Y, Z. Testing. One, two, three."
"Can hear you loud and clear, Edwin."
"Ready to rock our first show?"
"Yes! Sound off 'good morning' together and loud now."
Two things: I have some thinking to do '-' and I still have to go through the motions of what I actually am and who I am trying to cast out; that and I rather leave any context for "Soundboard" in the air except for the fact that only one person, which thankfully we managed to crawl out of the mire together (<3), will get the entire story of it. But even then, that should be still understandable and I shall purposefully accept the price of putting this out here with people never getting the entire picture. If mój Ukochany so wishes to give, then I shall so accept that; yet if she doesn't, then I shall be still happy with that. But that's already giving away a bit too much and, at the same time, doing some injustice to the events that unfolded... But for everything she's worth, for all the things I accept so much for whom she is and the fact I don't have to grow and learn alone as I spend my time with her doing all sorts of silly, really silly, things. Hope when she reads it, it at least make her see all her tales, stories, fiction-crafting and prose have done some good~ c: