SLOW MOVEMENT

Music: Largo ma non tanto  

J.S.Bach, Concerto for two violins, second movement, BWV  1043)

Lyrics:  Roger Coghill


Fly

To the Sky,

Lark rise

Winging ever upward

Higher than a mountain

Cooler than the breezes

Quivering  the D string

Spilling out the music

Sounds like a sigh.


My

Senses fly

While your

Silhouetted features

Pirouette a stream of

Demisemiquavers,

Featherlight and floating

Pure apotheosis

Waterfall of music

Sounding so high.


Slow

As your bow

Sends me

Fingerboarding kisses

Following the metre

Of your meditation

Weaving over rhythms

Undulating movement

Captures my soul.


Seems

Like a dream,

Angel,

Lovely musician

Lost inside your music,

What could you be thinking

Passing from the present

Down the long ages

Like an old cathedral,

Peaceful, serene.


Bridge:


Chorus:

Oh how she plays

Subtle ways

Bach’s arrays

As I gaze

Her fingers fly

Low and high.

Tell me why

It makes me sigh

Makes me cry.


Charm

Sitting calm,

With your

Flowing hair behind you

Earrings all asparkle

Mimicking the music

Delicately fingers

Slide along the soundboard

Effortless and swiftly

Search for the strings


Start

Cello part

Gliding,

Following the metre

Tender as a feather

Easy as a baby

Lovingly caressing

Peaceful in your measured

Melody in minor

Captures my heart.


Chorus:

Oh how she plays

Subtle ways

Bach’s arrays.

As I gaze

Her fingers fly

Low and high

Make me sigh,

Make me cry.


Still

On some hill

Like  the

Waving of a cornfield

Glowing in the sunlight

Dappled in the shadows,

A dalliance of breezes

Playing in the grasses,

Humming through the hedgerows

Lifts up my mind.


Coda:

Soul, I can feel

You want to steal

From my nest

To her breast.

There to stay

Night and day

In her song

My life long.