"How poetry is for me" is a musical poem by Ralf Christoph Kaiser for the Bedtime Story online HD version and full score
Dear friends of the music and art of Ralf Christoph Kaiser, today I am publishing the musical poem "How poetry is mine" in C major. It is a musical poem which is very inspired and is performed with joy and joy playful bass, pizzicato strings, an analog organ that was slightly distorted in combination with a modern Wurlizer, plus percussion, drums and timpani, and brass instruments in the background.
It is a very moving and rather funny piece which also comes across a bit like jumping.
You get two versions in this fan package. Version 1 with less brass and version 1 in the final version with louder brass. You get both versions as HD sound in 24 bit 96 Khz and also the mp3 file and the cover and lyrics in an international version in English, French, Spanish, Russian and Italian and in German.
You can listen to the mp3 for free at Thebedtimestory.online and also download it for free.
The cover for the song was created last night. It shows the night sky with the brightly shining Venus and the Vosges Mountains in the background, in the foreground I can be seen in profile with a hat and ponytail. The photo was exposed for about 30 seconds with self-timer, hence this blurred shadow effect from me. It was a great pleasure to take this photo and it looks a bit like I want to hold Venus in my arms or to catch it. The musical poem "How poetry is mine" was created on December 18, 2017 and describes the process and the feeling that I often have when I write poetry.
A bit of ethereal subtlety is necessary so that the poetry is as easy and relaxed as I have seen it before.
I hope you enjoy the piece.
Thanks for your support!
Here are the lyrics
How the poetry is to me 18.12.2017
Poetry is like a whir of many muses and divine inspiration
Around me and inside me
I hear the words purring in love like a cat on my lap
I feel word for word in a fort
So that it rhymes, I use something like the astral glue
I keep everything else secret
It feels so good
When the words pour out
Like a good wine
Every drop wants to be there
In the greatest happiness
Love always resonates
It often feels like I'm at home with myself
I'm my poet