When this blog began,
it was with a desire to "write" something...
That had a bit of thought to it,
thesaurus at the ready.
My subject?
Instrumental Soundtrack, Requiem For A Dream.
And how it influenced the film
which then influenced the senses of life.

A world within a world.

So now I burn the candles and flip the switch
for the green bulb "Working" light.
The Poet's soundtrack began many years ago.  I wonder if he understands that?  Since walking beside him up Cedar St, singing the same chorus to a new dance tune Another Night, it has belonged to him.  Throughout life when I heard that song, I thought of him.  And how badly it annoyed him that I only sang the same 4 lines.  Annoyed but still adored.

In Edmonton this past April, he offered a complaint that I didn't play the radio and therefore he couldn't hear Katy.  Not sure exactly what I thought.  I knew her through my nieces, and heard bits and pieces of Firework - Katy Perry.  But the first time I listened to the whole song I  was in the car with the Poet.  We were driving back from Safeway, and he happened to turn on the radio.. and there was "Katy!"  It had been a few long days and we both just lost any inhibitions and rocked out the car dancing.  A memory I hold on too.  The soundtrack set and continued throughout the journey.  I can't believe he has me listening to Katy Perry!?  Once believed to be a teen singer.. pop all the way.  I was half right.  And now ET reminds me of driving around Edmonton the second time around....  it's the pop of all pop, but it sounds good.

The grand journey of following the heart had Born This Way - Lady GaGa as background... around 5am just outside of Chilliwack.  It was the first time hearing the whole song.
"I was born to be brave".

And finally a month later I was to leave the poet.  We shuffled our feet all morning ending up sitting on the sidewalk, the car looming beside us as a reminder.  Our hearts were heavy and the effervescence of our souls was felt like a wave.  A neighbour friend opened a window and faced speakers out to the street.  Man on the Moon - REM was her contribution to the moment.  I hardly knew it existed at first, lost in this man's arms.. his essence surrounding me like a bubble.

"Hey Andy, did you hear about this one?"

I felt the memory of the music but it wasn't until today that a vision was born from it. 

I remember burying my head in the Poet's neck 

and feeling safe enough to let out a sob, or quite a few tears with some loss of breath.

It was then I heard the music, 

and forever I will remain in that moment.  

My eyes are open, but my breath is shy.  

This exists forever.   

Whatever fate has in store, this moment changed the world.