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The Lutenist (In Memory of Randomonlooker) by Threetails
Ah, joyous lute within the square,
The player hidden from our sight,
Sends serenades of music fair
And plays unto his heart's delight.
Re-mi-re-mi-sol, re-mi-re-mi-sol.
Ah, loving lute, with roses trimm'd,
With passion for a lady rings,
The player's heart calls out undimm'd,
In clarion voice, the player sings:
Re-mi-re-mi-sol, re-mi-re-mi-sol.
Ah, weeping lute, from far away,
The player cries, “the end is nigh,”
One final song of life he'll play,
Then end it with a mortal sigh.
Re-me-re-me-sol, re-me-re-me-sol.
Ah, Silent lute, on willow hung,
The bell has rung its final knell;
A final requiem to be sung
By she who knew the player well.
Re-me-re-me-sol, re-me-re-me-sol.
This was written a little over a month after a brilliant musician on Furaffinity I know only as "Randomonlooker" died suddenly in January 2011 from an illness that was never fully explained.
I think I was inspired by hearing the last pieces of music he wrote. Up until that point I just didn't have everything I needed, creatively, to come up with something.
I had originally planned to compose something in his memory, but he already did that himself, and better than I ever could: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5292282
I only knew him as so many others did, music and voice, heard from afar, a brief window into a complex and beautiful soul. Like a troubadour on the far side of the square, his music wafted to us from a place unseen, and we were touched, even if we will never know his name.
Farewell.
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