May
MUSIC Information:
- All Year Round Music
- F major/D Minor
- 27 Measures
- Cello and Piano
- 2:50 min
- 3 Pages
It's May, the lusty month of May. That darling month when everyone throws self-control away. - Alan Jay Lerner
OUTSTANDING WORLD
On any given day, I never seem to have enough time to accomplish everything I want—or need—to do. As a result, I often find myself fretting over how little time there is. If you ask me, I’d much prefer to live in a world where days lasted 30 hours from dawn to dusk, weeks had 10 days, and each month stretched to 40 days. Naturally, this would also mean living to 300 years or more. In fact, I’d hope for even longer—a lifespan expansive enough to truly savor all that life has to offer.
In this extraordinary world, the very laws of the universe would be bent, modified, and stretched—perhaps even entirely rewritten—to achieve its sensational possibilities. And as a delightful consequence of these adjustments, I like to imagine the universe granting me a remarkable power: the ability to indulge in all the ice cream, chocolate, cookies, and cake I could ever want, without any negative effects on my health. No guilt, no consequences—just pure, blissful enjoyment.
NO LIMITS
In this remarkable, though admittedly unrealistic, parallel universe, I would have night vision. I'd also be capable of traveling from point A to B in a blink of an eye. I'd sleep peacefully for ten uninterrupted hours, without the need to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. In fact, in my perfect world, I never have to go to the bathroom at all - and neither would anyone else. No one in my ideal universe would ever again be burdened by such an undignified activity.
In the world I envision, my happiness is immeasurable, a constant flow of joy that never runs dry. Of course, there are no limits to the time spend playing music - hours of effortless melodies would invade the room. Everything is perfect, suspended in a bubble of balance. There is no room for extreme weather to disrupt the peace, no space for negativity, the kind that drains all joy. Every moment is flawless, and each breath feels like a celebration of life.
TRASH BIN
Sickness is a concept nobody knows, therefore, there are no doctors. Law as a profession doesn't exist, no religious leaders thank you very much, and absolutely NO fucking people pretending to be politicians. Let's just get rid of politicians all together. Noted!. Everything and everyone with the potential to poison progress will be put in a trash bin, mark as a spam, and ultimately delete.
Everyone in the world would be granted a photographic memory, with the ability to storage an unlimited amount of data. All animals would share the earth harmoniously with humans, and not be mistreated. There's NO room for mysterious miseries nor miserable mysteries, all is clear and out in the open for everyone to grasp and have an understanding.
In my perfect world, there is no such thing as shitty social media; there are no iPhones, they had been put in the trash bin I mentioned before, people are perfectly happy without them. Facebook and X can kiss my ass; and the list can go on and on. But I would stop there, you get the idea.
LIVE TO THE FULLEST
All these images in my mind of the perfect world are not possible, alas, but perhaps, the best revenge I can count on against reality is to live life to the fullest without anyone telling me how, where, whom, when nor how; after all, this world as we think we see, it's only a guessing game. The month of May is, I imagine, a perfect time to get excited about new adventures and begin seeing the world with different eyes.
I've composed a piece of music inspired by my ideal world - an adagio with a rather serious tone, but despite this contradiction, it carries in its own stubborn way, the kind of world I dream of - peaceful, orderly. Nevertheless, It's a piece that I play without apology, whenever and however I can. It's a melody for me, it's a melody for you, a melody for everyone who's tired of the chaos.
TIME TO PLAY
Every time I play this piece, I think of the poem by Wendy Cope and pursue her advice that, today is, indeed, the time to play and enjoy life. The poem is an invitation to live fully. When things don't go my way, I simply tossed frustration aside and live in the present to make the most of each moment.
The month of May, the merry month of May,
So long awaited, and so quickly past.
The winter's over, and it's time to play.
I saw a hundred shades of green today
And everything that Man made was outclassed.
The month of May, the merry month of May.
Now hello pink and white and farewell grey.
My spirits are no longer overcast.
The winter's over and it's time to play.
Sing fa la la la la, I dare to say,
(Tried being modern but it didn't last)
The month of May, the merry month of May.
I don't know how much longer I can stay.
The summers come, the summers go so fast,
And soon there will be no more time to play.
So carpe diem, gather buds, make hay.
The world is glorious. Compare, contrast
December with the merry month of May.
Now is the time, now is the time to play.
If you are listening to my music composition, I would invite you to use your imagination in ways agreeable with your own invention of reality. And if you are playing it, feel free to change its mood, modify its dynamics, throw self-control away, it's time to play. Experiment and have fun, BUT remember: Not everything faster and louder in life is necessarily better. Call to mind that in moderation, everybody is handsomer.