Disjunct Concerto - The Monocles

I wrote a concerto inspired by the perfectly harmonized paranoia

Can it be heard?

There’s the cello of movement number one

Describing the overbearing friction

The impact of homeless jazz upon reality

Stalking a loved one who is life’s true Beauty

I bet the initial melody was the sound of a social recluse

I bet the whole tone scale represented a noose

But it never got put to good use

Because the harmony suggested that it wasn’t too romantic

Now the noose is gone, but the figure’s still there

Standing behind a shed looking for Beauty to stare…

There’s a repeated note, a constant

Showing how Beauty is numb

But numb to pain is not numb to worry, not numb to scare

As the music crescendos, awareness amplifies because of a flat two clash

All of the notes slowly rise…

The figure is lurking to a gentle pizzicato

Approaching a home that is not its own

It sneaks in through the front door

Unnoticed by all except for Beauty

Beauty hears a door slam and lightswitches flicker

Or better put, the pressure of the bow against the strings

And the sound of how the notes ring out

Beauty grabs a knife from the nightstand

Opens the bedroom door

Tiptoes down the twelve step staircase

Listens for creaks in the floor

Voices are heard

But they’re from ghosts, past lives

The real figure preys in silence

It feeds off the search for light

«Please will you find me and put me to rest, will you find me and put me to

rest?

The shadows are painful and dismal at best, would you put me to rest?

I’d do it myself but fate does not allow me to

So tighten your grip, let the dissonance sing, and let the weapon go through»