Is my life a Rondo A B A C A D A? an improvisation? through-composed? Of late, I say rondo . The returning As Are the melody of my PD theme: Each one same notes, but added COMPLEXITY, LOOOOOUDER and SEMPRE MOLTO INTENNNNSSSIITTTTY!
The comforting A sections, points of repose, Tell me the meds are clicking, I can LIVE……DO! The As urge me to create something, Motivate me to fight and conquer.
Dynamically,The foe is the imposed diminuendo. Fortissimos and accents punctuate my speech With the starkness of white caps on the ocean. Oh! The effort It takes to fight the under current, the tide that says ,”give up , give in!”
Just as my spirit can fight no more, an A section comes to my rescue, and I find much needed recharging Through music and medicine!
And so my days go, one after another as regular as the tide and the cycles of the moon.
The day will soon come when my brain will tire of this rondo and I will have to live a different form. Will it be structured as a sonata allegro ? Or perhaps an improvised tango? In whatever form, I will be ready for the music
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