Sonatas II
A Long Walk on a Well Remembered Trail
A Journey
Words by Khaetidawne and Brendan Quirk
All seekers know - there are things to find -
For they who can see with an open mind;
Gifted seekers who with full thought do seek
For images of light, or of dark and deep
They will understand - they will more than see
As they journey through this trail with me
They'll see how Black and White can be true
When it shows them the truth in my view
Adagio |
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| Sonatas II-1 (adagio) | Sonatas II-2 (adagio) |
| On a walk through the forest on a humid day Through the misty woods I wend my way Then it's up the stony stairs I climb Up onto the path when what do I find? |
Nature in all its glory rare - Nature in such abundance there! It was a forest path, I was not surprised To find boulders and trees of every size |
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| Sonatas II-3 (adagio) | Sonatas II-4 (adagio) |
| Textures and shadows met along the trail That show signs of destruction by wind, rain and hail; Trees that had fallen or tipped to their sides, Some still rooted and bending to the sky |
As I turned round the path - to walk into the light Beneath the large cliff - toward the theater so bright Passing through flora that reached for the sun- My journey through the wood is well begun |
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| Sonatas II-5 (adagio) | Sonatas II-6 (adagio) |
| A ravine on the side as I walk through the wood Helps me understand Nature’s changes are good Shows me darkness and shadow; nature grown wild This unfettered growth in the woods brings a smile |
As I step from the woodland trail into the light Leaving the forested wood on my right For a brief interlude in the light and illumination Along the new path, and without hesitation |
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| Sonatas II-7 (adagio) | Sonatas II-8 (adagio) |
| On this path I walk ‘mongst shadows
and light When a beam of sunshine, Oh so bright, Flows through the trees and shines on mushrooms white While the soil and foliage for attention fight |
I’ve taken this path many times to
the top Through the mountain laurel up the hill where it drops The path leads to the water – where the sun lights your way So fragrant when the pink laurel blooms in the May |
Presto |
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| Sonatas II-9 (presto) | Sonatas II-10 (presto) |
| Through the long walk I gained many insights - How trees may fall, or reach for the light; Trees growing together, as many as three, Holding up weaker comrades in the sky above me |
This turn in the path - reflecting the light Is peaceful and quiet - both dark and bright Focused and left for your own mind to see Many mysteries, only the gifted can perceive |
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| Sonatas II-11 (presto) | Sonatas II-12 (presto) |
| This lovely pool then beckoned me; The shaded cave; the lace edged tree; The layered rocks - their history bent On telling tales in sediments |
They are gifted who climb these stairs Who feel what I feel in the air Who understand what I hold dear - Why I find pleasure when I'm here |
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| Sonatas II-13 (presto) | Sonatas II-14 (presto) |
| Peering through mighty walls into the glow Of a way filled with sunlight and paths I used to know So well, when I walked it in my younger days Before Nature’s rearrangements rerouted the way |
Triangular shapes between boulders let light Through with a view to a pathway so bright Where grasses are glowing as are stones great and small Those who can see will greet Nature's gifts to us all |
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| Sonatas II-15 (presto) | Sonatas II-16 (presto) |
| Swirling water is lit by the glow of the sun As it rushes past glistening rocks as it runs Hissing and spitting as it goes roaring through Till it reaches calm places where dream walkers view |
Through a cave like a tent, we gain a new view - Now bathed in light, we see water once washed through In the mist of the day – it all glows in my mind What wonders will Nature form next for us to find? |
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| Sonatas II-17 (presto) | Sonatas II-18 (presto) |
| Rushing water swirls below Fed by falls that quickly flow Surging, rushing, water flies Silver, white, makes rainbow skies |
Long ago, water carved these rocks with a fall Snows and glaciers flattened these rocks one and all Pressing and moving and shifting them down Making places of beauty for when we come around |
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| The rocks and the boulders set aglow with such light! Reflected in the still water and glistening bright; The bright glowing light is a marvel to me Seen from the woodlands where seekers may be |
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Andante |
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| Sonatas II-20 (andante) | Sonatas II-21 (andante) |
| Here I ascend the stone cliff on the right The trail leads away from the river so bright, With its running waters singing merry chorus; I enter the trails of the quiet dark forest |
The rock wall in this quiet place Has a turtle head and face Sunbeams through trees lit its features so I’d see them in the evening glow |
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| Sonatas II-22 (andante) | Sonatas II-23 (andante) |
| The glowing light lit up for me One solitary spindly tree Glorious - though all alone Happy in its leafless bones |
The old bench, sitting forlorn on the pavestones there Is worn and ragged with age and with wear Once it was elegant in its rough rustic way All clean and new back in its “Good Old Days” |
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| Sonatas II-24 (andante) | |
| These are the stairs that end the trail That end this long walk; that end this tale This day of walking midst shadow and light Of seeking and finding whatever we might Along all the pathways that Nature has made - Among the boulders, the trees, the glorious rays The shadows, the falls, the hidden delights Nature's pleasure and tragedy - her joys and her plights |