Making of My Music: Interlude

I wrote 'Interlude' a couple years ago. It is a mixture of a couple pieces of inspiration. Initially, I was inspired by what I called “weeping evergreens” that I saw in a park. Later I realized that is what they can be called. Then I recalled how shamrocks and clovers fold themselves in at night as if they are going to sleep. I wanted to create a song about pausing and rest in the midst of tough times. Life can move fast, but to enjoy it we need to let go sometimes and regain our energy.

Some of the lyrics come from words that came to me when I participated in the Bonny Method of Guided Imagery and Music “The past is not a dwelling place, the future is forgiving.” The beginning of the bridge section contain words that came from a collaging experience facilitated during a collage class in undergrad.

I love the melody I came up with because it is very relaxing to me. During a graduate level class, I returned to many of my songs to examine the emotions found in the them. I found that this one represented peace. It is one of the few songs that I have written that doesn't end on the tonic, the root chord. This brings a sense unease and feeling unfinished. But in a way, as the title says, this rest is an interlude in the middle of a larger experience.

Interlude Kelody Fey

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Interlude: Breeze to Borrow

Hopes and fears cycle though the years

Badges earned one by one

We collect pathways to the past

But the present must be respected

With a bit of reverence for the

Weeping evergreens and sleepy clovers

Take me there when the day is over

Let me go on a breeze to borrow

I’ll be renewed in the light of morrow

The hourglass is being flipped

The sand never sits still

The past is not a dwelling place

The future is forgiving

It’s worth living for the…

Weeping evergreens and sleepy clovers

Take me there when the day is over

Let me go on a breeze to borrow

I’ll be renewed in the light of morrow

Oh savvy mastermind surrender

Oh lovely spirit guide lead me

Allow my heart to find the peace/piece

As I search for the rest of me in the

Weeping evergreens and sleepy clovers

Take me there when the day is over

Let me go on a breeze to borrow

I’ll be renewed in the light of morrow