{"id":725,"date":"2017-12-21T08:00:11","date_gmt":"2017-12-21T07:00:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/?p=725"},"modified":"2018-10-11T19:47:48","modified_gmt":"2018-10-11T17:47:48","slug":"rapunzel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/2017\/12\/rapunzel\/","title":{"rendered":"Rapunzel"},"content":{"rendered":"

Image: <\/strong><\/span>\u00a9 Creative Commons, license link here<\/a>
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Author:<\/strong> Laure Cepl<\/p>\n

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Doll locked in a closet, longing alone<\/span><\/p>\n

for the one who\u2019ll save her.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dull are the days for the fair maiden of ivory skin,<\/span><\/p>\n

spinning around, trying to find angles in a full moon shaped room.<\/span><\/p>\n

High in that tower, deep is her sorrow.<\/span><\/p>\n

The Lady they call Rapunzel.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Red lips, out of her velvet mouth come sounds of the<\/span><\/p>\n

rarest beauty. Errant in this waste night and day, I may have lost<\/span><\/p>\n

my way. Riding astray from the path, <\/span><\/p>\n

her voice awaked and guided me.<\/span><\/p>\n

I stared at this fortress. No entrance, damsel in distress. <\/span><\/p>\n

I called her: \u201cRapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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Mild voice, \u201cMilady\u201d she called me, \u201cclimb up to meet me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

And she let down her long-braided hair.<\/span><\/p>\n

They were garnished with flowers \u2013 violets, violets everywhere.<\/span><\/p>\n

Once I got up there, I found my Sappho. \u201cOh, my dear,<\/span><\/p>\n

give me love!\u201d She cried, \u201cfor I have been so lonely.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMusic\u201d, she breathed, \u201clet\u2019s make music\u201d she whispered in my ear. <\/span><\/p>\n

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Far away they will hear us, our delightful symphony.<\/span><\/p>\n

On her grand piano, we get lost in the sheets,<\/span><\/p>\n

I let her play her favorite sonata in F minor, <\/span><\/p>\n

chords, arpeggios and rubatos – her fingers run free on my keyboard.<\/span><\/p>\n

Every touch makes all the wires vibrate in me,<\/span><\/p>\n

a whole note followed by a rest \u2013 a sigh.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Solitude shared, four hands duo every night, <\/span><\/p>\n

for seven months, seven weeks and seven days,<\/span><\/p>\n

we have learnt to play each other\u2019s melody.<\/span><\/p>\n

Our metronomes are fully in tune, emotions in crescendo, <\/span><\/p>\n

I follow the motive, pitch variations, we broke the sordina.<\/span><\/p>\n

This song still resonates in my heart, after all these years.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Lamentations, alas, you came back. I climbed the<\/span><\/p>\n

ladder too many times, once I had to fall.<\/span><\/p>\n

You listened to what they said. How such a delicate ear<\/span><\/p>\n

could pay attention to the cacophony of their voices?<\/span><\/p>\n

Remember, it is they who put you in that tower,<\/span><\/p>\n

cursed, they judged, banished the masterpiece you were.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Since, \u201csweet flower\u201d, scared of blooming you pushed me down that stage,<\/span><\/p>\n

cutting our bond with scissors, watching me <\/span><\/p>\n

sink. In the brambles, blind I still ramble,<\/span><\/p>\n

playing requiems yearning for a Muse lost long ago. <\/span><\/p>\n

That is what she taught me about Music. If you take out her heart, <\/span><\/p>\n

Only art survives.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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