Theme – Andante sognante* I dreamed last night... It was a dream Like one I've had before Variations on a theme My colleagues standing at my door
Guitarists all, I bid them in And soon it's time to play My teacher first, each one in turn They play the night away
Var. 1- Agitato But as they play I look around For my guitar is gone I look and look but cannot find Then comes my time... “I can't go on!”
This is absurd. How can I play? (What? Did I hide it by design? Is this my “out” as light breaks day, An ironclad alibi?) “I can't perform, no, not today. I'll have to play another time.”
Var. 2 – Appassionato My time has come, and there I sit With my guitar in hand And wonder what the hell to play My mind a porous shifting sand
Completely unprepared I sit And pray for intervention I make up some simplistic **** And play it with “emotion”
Var. 3 – Allegro con brio e subito calamitoso This time round, it's different I really want to play. I'm ready, I'm inspired! I'll play till break of day
I'll show them what I'm made of They'll marvel and they'll cry But my guitar just falls apart “What? Why now? Why? WHY?”
The neck breaks off, the body splits, the strings are hanging limply I'm foiled again, I cannot play I'm ******* (to put it simply)
Coda - Andantino Contemplativo What does it mean, this silly dream This wild subconscious spectre? What nourishment for soul to glean From such netherworldly nectar?
Hmmm...
I think that I should spend more time With hands on wood and string To reconnect with touch and sound To let my veiled heart sing
To feel, and set those feelings free Catharsis, true release My sheepish nature put to bed My denigration now to cease
For I have something bold to say Now my true voice is ready I'll sing again through wood and string Rich and full and steady
Alive with truths that transcend words Ego now at bay Connecting with the universe It's time for me to play
*Fine
I teach guitar at the University of Prince Edward Island... in my dreams I'm a student again, usually unprepared, reluctant to play.