Monochromes and Metronomes

Wrote my first Villanelle for AP Literature. Here it is!

I see the world in monochrome.

I feel the world in devotion.

I hear the world in metronome.

One color put to use in and out of home

to keep the norm and cause no commotion.

I see the world in monochrome.

A metrical tick tick, unfree to roam

from the synchronized, fixed pulse and motion.

I hear the world in metronome.

Varying the hues, unafraid of the single color home

base; each tint, tone, and shade is a brand new notion.

I see the world in monochrome.

Staccatos and legatos played - resonating within the dome

with crescendo and diminuendo - orderly, yet filled with emotion.

I hear the world in metronome.

In one, continuous, permanent sight and sound tomb,

are variations unknown and new found depth set in motion.

And I still see the world in monochrome.

And I still hear the world in metronome.

Midnight Fever

At the soft darkness outside cast a simple glance

Just one look for your mood you enhance

Still awake and busy or more like starting

Because all day you walk around sleeping

But now in the depth of the night

Where almost every soul is tucked in, out of sight

Your music turns back up from its earlier silencing

Your mind now reels and is racing

Who says the night is dead?

Who prefers the bright morning instead?

Who fears its endless jaws?

Who takes apart its beauty and finds flaws?

They are at loss because they have not lived

They expect each aspect to give, give, give

They have yet to be awakened by their own drive

They have yet to catch midnight fever or catch alive

Thoughts of You (Song in Progress)

huh. Well... I actually wrote this like 5 months ago, but the vocals still aren't done and I apparently forgot to post the lyrics up, so I posted them up now. And here is the link to the music w.o vocals to listen to for now. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uGHYeymy5kk&feature=player_embedded

Hands and fingers intertwined

Mind and thoughts all combined
Heart and soul a single link
Each pair completely in sync

Day by day each passin’ by
Don’t take a notice, don’t see why
Rather be awake than sleep
Reality sweet as dreams

Your every thought consumes me
Your every move – ecstasy
Your every motion - gentle
Your every whisper – so sweet

Your every touch - a soft caress
And all else just escapes me

Nothing else in this whole world
Exists except for you and me
All around is so blurry
You - the single focus

Thoughts of you consume me
Layin’ there, unable to sleep
It ain’t needed anymore
All I want is you by me

Your every thought consumes me
Your every move – ecstasy
Your every motion - gentle
Your every whisper – so sweet

 ‘Til the next time we can meet

Thinking of both you and me
Of us and our memories
Of us and our memories

Your every thought consumes me
Your every move – ecstasy
Your every motion - gentle
Your every whisper – so sweet

Your every touch - a soft caress

And all else just escapes me

Priority (Song)

These are the lyrics to a song two of my friends and I created. I wrote the lyrics, Wesley J Wu (Wasoon) composed the music, and Christa Musngi sang.

Listen to it at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yIv7XZ6zVg&feature=channel

Laying in bed
It’s Friday night
Nowhere to head
No will to fight

Crying a stream
Bawling a storm
Losing that dream
That was the norm

You were my priority (whoa)
Number one on my list
But I was your minority (whoa)
A simple diss

Wishing for that past
Wonder what went wrong
Thought that it would last
Guess forever aint long

Not gonna be just any fling
I don’t care anymore
Got my own wings, gonna soar

Realized you never tried
Inside, I slowly died
Now livin’ and soarin’ high
No longer bound and tightly tied

You were my priority (whoa)
Number one on my list
But I was your minority (whoa)
A simple diss

You’re no longer priority
‘Cuz I was an option
Now you’re MY minority
So go have your fun

‘Cuz now I’m free from you
And standing my ground
My new priority true
Within myself found

Fate's Melody

The song weaves through the air

The sharp sounds blending into the flowing

The loud boom into the soft whisper

Back and forth this playful bickering travels

With unexpected twists and turns

The peaceful lullaby becomes a roaring rage

The soothing sonata transforms into a forceful fright

The joyful toccata morphs into the grimmest depression

Happy staccatos jumping

Mournful legatos drawn out

Hands dance across the keys black and white

With a single movement

And swift decision’s press

The entire mood changes

Surprise fills the listeners,

Who must always be alert,

For the unexpected changes to be found

But only the pianist knows for certain

Only he controls his hands

The dancing musicians that flutter lightly

Or pound angrily upon the ivory and ebony steps

Each producing a new musical step

Looking back,

Is life not the same?

Each and every person

Living their lives upon the piano’s keyboard

And fate sits at the bench

Hands and fingers ready to compose another piece

All await anticipating fate’s new melody

To play out before us

Music to our ears

News blissful or melancholy

Notes long or short

Times more difficult than others

Each new sound is beautiful

Because it means that we are still a part of the song,

A part of life