There are times when I just about give up. Then, there comes a time when I start paying attention to the music am listening to. As I spend a little more time with the music, I realise that the singer is trying to tell me something.
Songs have always been
a part of my life, but I never thought that they would actually inspire me to
write. Inevitably, a story can be created out of the lyrics of songs. As long
as we remember that no two interpretations are alike, we can create an entire story.
If we put our own thoughts,
imagination, and a little bit of pleasure, then you have a story right there.
This stands true for both poetry and songs.
If one reads a William Wordsworth’s poem, Daffodils one can be truly inspired and inevitably inspired farther to
write the story.
I
wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft,
when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
It could inspire us to
write on-
a) The scene of daffodils,
b) The scene the poet describes of himself ‘For
oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood’
In vacant or in pensive mood’
c) The scene surrounding
the daffodils
d) The scene when he
seems to enjoy the sight and be inspired from it
The words from the poem
can easily be transformed into a story. A simple one could be when you write of
a guy, just taking a walk on the hills, and spotting a few daffodils and also the
stars, the trees and feeling the breeze. And you can use your imagination to
put in words into what he might be thinking and how the scene affects him. Could
be happy, could be sad, nostalgic, etc. The words are endless if you put your
mind to it. And it makes sense, since your imagination would usually be
different from the next person’s.
Same with the songs,
for example the song by ‘Scorpions’ called Winds of Change. I think the best
thing about writing about a song lies in understanding it and interpreting it. Depending
on the mood we are in, when we listen to a particular song, its meaning could
change to suit our mind. The interpretation can be pretty straight forward and
is easy to find. But what it means to you could be a lot of things, personal or
even distant.
It could be the actual meaning of the song, and one can interpret that. Or it could just take on our own meaning. So, let us and invite
music into our lives, this time with a twist…
