i speak in whispers of New American Tragedy: id seeking ego, beyond means and dreams.
A spirit as big as the Western plains, as lofty as distant clouds gathering, as crushed as the valleys and fjords carved by glaciers ancient and cruel.
Samhain is passed, now in November we must look to the solstice, for there is seemingly little to praise. Entropy approaches, brushing our hair with tender fingers,
piano
gently exhaling nothings in earshot,
piano dolce, dolce unghia sul ponticello
easing its canines into jugulars,
per amore per amor nostro ci ama treppo per essere solo
laughing.
piano = soft(ly)
dolce = sweet(ly); on a classical guitar, picking the notes where the neck meets the resonance hole for a richer (sweeter) timbre.
unghia sul ponticello = nail on the bridge (literally); a classical guitar term telling the player to pick the notes / melody near where the guitar's strings meet the body (the bridge) resulting in a thinner more hollow twang.
per amore = for love
per amor nostro = for our sake (for us)
ci ama treppo per essere solo = it loves us too much to be alone