Music, just perfect
the moon makes up its presence
see a serenade.
The moon, oh, so shy
do hide its face at the dark,
vast, starry night sky.
The piper, yes, he
blew his soul though the mouthpiece
hoping she did hear.
"Serenade, my love.
Hear me out. I cry to you.
Listen to my heart.
"I flicked my fingers
on the strings, making music
still no strings attached."
In the still silence,
the beautiful, glorious
fin'ly showed her face
"My dearest piper
devoted you are to me
loyalty it is."
Glowing teary eyes
wells up in his eyes is the
hope that almost died.
"My joy, my Bulan!"
"But I was never yours."
That made his lips meet.
"You are never mine.
Yes, I think I must agree.
You are never mine."
Echoed. It echoed.
Everything he said echoed.
Echoed to his love.
"I, my very self
Is never a possession
But my love I give."
"You gave it to whom?"
"Dear, to you my heart I give."
"Then why can we not?"
"I die every day.
I live the life of the night.
Whole life, I do lack.
"I do have loved you.
You do not deserve a life
Life that is half lived."
By the light she dies
again, she did breathe her last
he breathed in his hope.
Olde piper, your head
covered with gray, saw her die
and live many times.
True, your hair did fade
true your love for remained
o your serenade.
FIN.
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Bulan at Karawitan (Moon and Music)
Poetry"Bulan at Karawitan" is a free concert held at UP Diliman last April 22, 2016 in celebration of the Earth Day. It was my birthday so I decided to attend that as treat for myself. And as I was immersing myself to the music (Asian Music) the performer...
