SSG2-week 15... the song

I thought about writing this same thing!!! I even posted and then subsequently removed the title "A Prayer to the Muse" on Sunday.

Curse those sadistic and mean spirited moderators!

-Marv

PS. Im not really cursing anyone. Promise.

Love it! "A Prayer To A Muse On Sunday" sounds perfect! If either of you don't write this, I will!   ;)

I'm thinking it'll tie in very nicely with the sort of lilting, mystical music you've been known to come up with, Jamir. Go for it!

Peace

This will be good, Jamir.  As dhodge said, it will go well with your style.  Now were I to try this, it would probably end up:

Verse 1... the muse is being stubborn,

Verse 2... you develop a way to coax her out.  

Verse 3...  then you can't shut her up.

But you'll be more elegant than that, I'm sure.   :D

Well I have Nick to thank for verse 1 and 2, Scratch monkey to thank for verse 3
Verse 3...  then you can't shut her up.
and Marv and David to thank for the title.
"A Prayer to the Muse"

Believe it or not I have a melody already, so at least I can claim somthing out of it.

Now this is what I call a real group effort.... thanks a million guys.
Hey Marv, sorry you changed your mind ? hope not cos' I'm really getiing into this one.

Go well
Ja'mir

No. I'm happy with my Glass Man after several hundred revisions. Good luck to you and your Muse. I'm looking forward to reading it.

-Marv

Thanks Marv, you are a star :-*

By the way wher does the saying come from at the bottom of your posts, I really like it.
Ja'mir

Well here is the song... I have done it in rhyming cuplets, the old Elizabethan style, to add to the mood plus changes the title a bit.

An Ode to a muse

The muse (spoken)

Strange magic pours from my soul
On ears that hear my story unfold
I curse the song and the lyre I play
I shall remain silent as from today

Other person (sung )

Come now muse, your magic's no curse
But a gift to those who hear your verse
It sooths troubled minds, and calms the soul
Is loved by the young and the old

The muse (spoken)

Can it be true , can it be real
That the words from my lips are a gift ,you feel
If that is so, then sing I must
Go!, sprinkle my lyre with fairy dust

The muse (sung)

I'll sing in the morn, when the moon is high
When the stars are bright, when birds fly
From the top of trees, to the waters deep
You'll hear my voice, till this heart ceases....... to beat

Other person (spoken )

Forsooth, now, I would desire
A quieter life with no lyre
I think the muse doth sing to much
Per chance she takes a lighter touch

Chant in the background or as a chorus

Play the lyre softly
Sound a pure note
The naiads and faeries
Miss their sweet poet

Go well
Ja'mir ;)

That's classic! I don't really hear it as a song.. but it sure sounds like Shakespeare to me! Gorgeous. Wonderful. Bravo!

Only crit is in the little chorus bit you had. Poet and note don't really rhyme. But I really can't say anything bad about this. Its just a cool bit of writing. Whatever it is. hehe

-Marv

Thanks for the compliment Marv
with an Irish accent poet and note rhymn pretty well, as we say poot and noot , sometimes it pays to have an accent !!!!!

The melody is very Elizabethan aswell, and I might just record it on my oud ( which is like a lute)

Go well
Ja'mir ;)

Jamir,

Wow - way to take a topic, incorporate feedback, and then follow through!
Very interesting use of person/muse for the speaker.

I can't wait to hear this put to music!

- SP

Methinks thou hast done it again, Jamir
in crafting a song we all long to hear,
an award thou shouldst receive, in truth,
for working in the word "forsooth"!

Wonderful.

-- Scratch

Thank you kind friends for having a say
on this muses worst assignment day
I know not if this praise be fair
As mortal minds joined me there,

Nay, I dare say , as a wanton muse
Would never a mortal mind abuse
So I give you all thanks for my little ode
and I'll  take my leave from this abode.

Go well
Ja'mir  ;)

And now Marv feels the urge to speak
Though he could not rhyme in his critique
He simply wants to play a part
In this trend Scratch felt inclined to start

-Marv

I don't know how to praise a song
That sets all who read it to post along
Rhyming couplet - filled critiques
Of, dare I say,  Iambic feet

It might seem silly, or worse, quite daft
To attempt to edit this lyrical craft
Instead I'll sit, rapt in its spell
And Jamir, as always, dear friend, go well!

Peace