Springlied

             

            (Based on ‘Scherzo’ from ‘Piano Quintet Op.44’ by Robert Schumann)

 

The flowers start blooming…

It’s Spring!

The air starts to get chromatic,

It’s Spring!

Butterflies flutter in the breeze

It’s Spring!

 

The meadows grow lush and green

Glorious Spring!

Colours fill the atmosphere,

Colours of Spring!

Sweet, mellow afternoons…

For only Spring!

 

The bees start buzzing

O, sweet Spring!

The orchards fill up with fruits,

Glorious Spring!

The sunshine dazzles on the soft grass…

It’s Spring!

 

Makes us forget bad things…

It’s Spring!

Instil in us happy memories…

It’s Spring!

 

Whether darkness covers us

All of a sudden…yet

There will be light

Glowing with sublime…

And whether we have too much sorrow

And too much cold…

It will thaw and vanish, for

It’s Spring!

 

The breeze flutters by…

O marvellous Spring!

The sky turns a bright blue…

O rejoiceful Spring!

Thou soul opens up even more…

In the dawn and the twilight!

 

The melodies played by the colours,

Makes one wonder of his past days…

When, they were in the youth of their age,

They would feel joy, and dance –

Dance in the refreshening air…

 

Now, dark and desolate emotions are

Colder than harsh winter himself

Darker than the darkest night,

You sit over there…

But have you allowed lady Sunshine…

To light away your wearies?

But soft! What light comes in now?

None other than herself – Spring!

 

The sunlight plays its cadences…

It’s Spring!

Flirts with the chill air,

It’s Spring!

It’s that time of the year…

It’s Spring!

 

Forget all your bad memories…

Here’s Spring!

Make new memories with

One and only – Spring!

 

Chromatic kaleidoscopes flutter in air,

It’s Spring!

You cannot feel sad and depressed,

For it’s Spring!

 

And while difficulties lie ahead…

While life never might be same…

So, enjoy this brief period of

Glorious Spring!

 

Venusian nature adorns herself –

For Martian Spring!

The trees fill up with green leaves

It’s Spring!

O come out lil’ children, dance

With beautiful Spring!

 

Winds blow by, the trees dance

In the cadenza of the spring air

The leaves toss about, like the daffodils

Of the Wordsworthian poem.

 

The wild waltz, oh

It’s the wild waltz of Spring!

The cadenza – sweetly emitted

By the twittery birds of Spring!

 

And yet, if one feels, deep down

His heart is dark and cold.

Open it up, man. Show

how you too can embrace the springly vibes!

 

Butterflies wildly chase about,

Bees follow in pursuit…

Flowers remain in constant fear –

What if their nectar gets stolen?

 

But yet they enjoy,

Twisting in the cool breeze

Mellow sunshine darting in

Such daring beauty – O Spring!

 

This concerto – of so many colours

So many insects, so much light

All staged by the

Only feminine of seasons – dear Spring!

 

Heart contented, spirits lifted

by Spring!

I lift myself high up –

Up in the hands of Spring!

And dance with my mind

Heart lost in the woman!

 

Come, feel no more disappointment

After all, its Spring!

Feel merry and happy, lad

For – its Lady Spring!

 

And while life takes unexpected turns…

Lovers may not reunite again,

So please, o please enjoy

This brief season – before scorching heat takes it all!

 

Refreshed, enchanted

by Spring!

Sweetly singing lullabies

Jesus, its Spring!

O my, o my

Thou amorous Spring!

 

And thus I end, end

My lieder on Spring!

But is there really an end

To this beauty, this enchanted thing?

 

Perhaps no,

Perhaps they might know,

The blooming flowers, the chromatic air,

The blessed sunshine, the wild butterflies,

The buzzing bees…

Perhaps they know that

Venus too, can exist on Earth…

In the form of – why, it’s

SPRING!

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M.Macabre

26.10.2020

Dedicated to: Robert Schumann, Anonymous, The Alienist