Stone People

I wonder has my heart failed me, has it fled before my body
Has the ocean become salt-less ?

As I float in it while tears are coming down from the skies
Have I learned to sway in the trees without feeling the wind frisking my feet?

I pick up a few stones on a rainy beach

Stock them on top of each other, and think

This beast of a water mass, this sea, which pleads with no one

And nothing, maybe with nature but it does not appear

I leave them here, I set a person and a stone, to become one

With all of it, all around, to disguise the pureness of the soul

To face the waves, rocks and stones

There my friend, stock another stone statue

To your heart’s desire say pretty please

To your future say, come sway me, if you will

You must and as such only a jazz tune can poke the trumpet

Two stone tiny people sitting atop a rock

Looking ahead into the deep, wild waters

Facing one certainty among a well of uncertainties

Stone, life, water and earth, all is one

All for the better in us

Better in you and I

In due time this too shall pass

Even our alegria – the state of mind

Will not be famished

I no longer wonder; the water has washed it away

I am a stone person today and tomorrow I may be of sand

Who could tell?

As long as today is spent on the rock looking ahead

Into the endless waters of life.

Lucie Teichmann

4.26.11

BEAT-MAN MAN-BEAT

Have you ever felt incomplete?

Perhaps you may say yes, and I will just say, 

Sit down on a beach where a man is majestically playing a tune, 

Becoming one with a round, pristine rim

Now hear the first, second and third beat release

Commence a string of sound, what glory!

Melt them in your ears, sit onto the wet sand, or let your feet twist to an echo, 

Succumb to the seeming madness this beat man possesses.

The deep-sea diver pokes his head above the waves

Though as you guessed the tones travel well down under

The hands and the rim create utterly perfect harmony – a live drum.

So I share a story with you now, 

Place your thoughts in my hands, if you will and close your eyes,

After walking the hills and almost committing to a chair, exhausted

Some time ago I stood on a corner in San Francisco,

In the darkest hour of the night, when the street is almost asleep

I heard a drum’s beat

Entered the magic eclipse, tipped toed to not disturb

So the beat would not drop, and it carried such intensity, fluidity and passion

Between the lone man and the rim

Is it a tiny movement in the corner of your eyelid I recognize?

The swirls of his hands over the stretched rounded skin now becomes true madness, 

The drumsticks relaying, with each new voyage around the brim

It is all he requires, all he knows and all he craves and thus becoming invincible

Grows an invisible layer, halo-like shadow above him

While now clouds on a blue sky, man and the drum, heaven and earth collide

Continue to insist and harmonize, inseparable, unconquerable.

Attempt, even try to come with your wrath,

Over and under or in between, the duo will remain sealed

As one, as two, as three, limitlessly

You must recognize the relentless power of the bond

Only then will the man lift his eyes scan your face

And return to loving every inch of the rim, the strides of the sticks he holds

Pacifying your desires while creating a moment

That will for days unravel in your mind.

Leaves, rain, wind, shadows of a giant

Nothing can interrupt the man and the beat

For he can play blind

Now I see he is blind, music has patched his eyes,

The beat has wrapped his head like a scarf

Resembles a tiger about to hunt his pray, his eyes dawning, clearing the light

Knowing nothing will stop the beat of life, precision of sound

You have been introduced to the beat-man, man-beat rodeo, very welcome.

4-20-11

For Mysh aka Kevin Michel, inspired by the passion of his drums