Intermezzo ( In Your Dreams )

In your dreams, a nightingale
Begins to sing a twitterpated song.
I appear, and then, My Dear,
You know at last, your love has come along.

Maybe so, but yes or no,
A while ago, that birdie sang for me,
And I just now begin
To hope that I'm in your dreams.

This is just the intermezzo
Of that moment when we met,
So grand, the magic lingers yet,
So why let it go?

In my dreams,that nightingale,
The one I sent to sing for you a song,
Reappears, with glowing ears,
From words he hears,that you have sent along.

We shall see how that may be,
When next we meet again,
As we go,dream - to - dream,
To be there, then, as it were,
In Our dreams.

CopyrightVictorSluder2005

Oh,Chet Atkins, sing 'um!
Gabe, take it across the bridge.
Swell some coda voices.

Colonel Bogey, Sir !

Colonel Bogey, Sir !
Copyright VictorSluder1997

Colonel, I hear the distant drums,
Boom - booms, tat - tats and rum - tum - tums.
Somewhere, go heroes marching,
And in the music, their being becomes !

Trumping, oh hear the " Tah - Tah - Tah " !
Trombones : " Doo - wah, Doo - wah - wah - wah " !
Woodwinds, how high their singing,
Above the tuba's " Pah - room - pah ! Pah - pah " !

Throughout the years, whenever the deed was done,
Before the fact, before the act was yet begun,
As now, with music to lead the cheers,
The path was set, the task was met, the prize was won.

So, Colonel, I hear the distant dreams
Arching through all the music seems,
Marching, tat - tats and rum - tums,
And, Colonel Bogey, the closer, it comes !

How Deep A Night
CopyrightVictorSluder1990
Adaptation and plug - in lyric for Chopin Opus 10,#3

So deep is the night in which I sleep,
That I but dream I dream the dreams I keep,
Or so to seem.
No one near me here to hear me call your name,
Only I hear me cry.
: Deep is the night of no reply, of no return,
And wondering the why, so dark and deep!
Here your smallest light would blind me,
But no light of love can find me,
Here where all fool - dreamers fall, Aha!
"Yet more!", say I, "Wherefor more?", say I,
Wheresofor, say I,
1) "Where are you?" :
2) "How deep a night, the lovely light of love can die?"

wordsandmusik

SWAN SONG ( LOVE )

CopyrightVictorSluder2004,2003,1969

Love,love is just a word to you,
To speak, that, spoken, dies away.
But such a word, one that you can sing so true,
Your means, your magic thing to say.
:(For) some things live on the way you feel,
On your frame of view, or the time of day,
And somehow some things last like they're made of steel,
Come what e're you do, come what storms of May, or what e're you say.
1)Love,love is just a word I heard
In games we children used to play. : ( So if )
2)Say, say and say and say, and say,
And so, to wield a golden ray.
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With minor modifications,this poem can be narrated
on top of various recordings of : Act 2, Swan Lake.
For singing and an exact fit, try the adaptation BY Ray Conniff