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"...He is there, inside the coffin. In truth, he is mine already. But a good musician holds respectfully until the final notes are played. This man's melody is finished, but his mourners have come a great distance to add a few stanzas. A coda, of sorts.
Let us listen."
— Dec 23, 2018 08:02PM
Let us listen."
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Marika Gillis
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Yesterday
I saw a bird
Whose tree had disappeared,
The clouds lay claim
To a moonless sky
You are gone
I'm here.
— Jan 23, 2019 09:58PM
I saw a bird
Whose tree had disappeared,
The clouds lay claim
To a moonless sky
You are gone
I'm here.
Marika Gillis
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But all love stories are symphonies.
And, like symphonies, they have four movements:
Allegro, a quick and spirited opening
Adagio, a slow turn
Minuet/Scherzo short steps in 3/4 time
Rondo, a repeating theme, interrupted by various passages
— Jan 16, 2019 06:23PM
And, like symphonies, they have four movements:
Allegro, a quick and spirited opening
Adagio, a slow turn
Minuet/Scherzo short steps in 3/4 time
Rondo, a repeating theme, interrupted by various passages
Marika Gillis
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There are songs that you play that you have to restart, and songs that you play that you never get right. But when a song is complete, there is no more you can do.
— Jan 15, 2019 10:19PM
Marika Gillis
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Here is what I know of love. It changes the way you treat me. I feel it in your hands. Your fingers. Your compositions. The sudden rush of peppy phrases, major sevenths, melody lines that resolve neatly and sweetly, like a valentine tucked in an envelope.
— Jan 08, 2019 06:01PM
Marika Gillis
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Everyone joins a band in this life.
You are born into your first one. Your mother plays the lead. She shares the stage with your father and siblings. Or perhaps your father is absent, an empty stool under a spotlight. But he is still a founding member, and if he surfaces one day, you will have to make room for him.
As life goes on, you will join other bands, some through friendship, some through romance, some..
— Jan 08, 2019 05:59PM
You are born into your first one. Your mother plays the lead. She shares the stage with your father and siblings. Or perhaps your father is absent, an empty stool under a spotlight. But he is still a founding member, and if he surfaces one day, you will have to make room for him.
As life goes on, you will join other bands, some through friendship, some through romance, some..
Marika Gillis
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Did you ever notice how music sounds different played outdoors? A cello in a garden wedding? A calliope in a seaside amusement park?
That's because I was born in the open air, in the breaks of ocean waves and the whistling of sandstorms, the hoots of owls and the cackles of tui birds. I travel in echoes. I ride the breeze. I was forged in nature, ragged and raw. Only man shapes my edges to make me beautiful.
— Jan 02, 2019 09:03PM
That's because I was born in the open air, in the breaks of ocean waves and the whistling of sandstorms, the hoots of owls and the cackles of tui birds. I travel in echoes. I ride the breeze. I was forged in nature, ragged and raw. Only man shapes my edges to make me beautiful.
Marika Gillis
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"I will share a secret: this is how talents are bestowed. Before newborns open their eyes, we circle them, appearing as brilliant colors, and when they clench their tiny hands for the first time, they are actually grabbing the colors they find most appealing. Those talents are with them for life. The lucky ones (well, in my opinion, the lucky ones) choose me. Music."
— Dec 23, 2018 08:07PM
