08.07.08
Tempo Giusto
“The Italians have a musical notation not found
in any other language: tempo giusto,
‘the right tempo.’ It means a steady, normal beat, between 66 and 76 on the
metronome. Tempo giusto is the
appropriate beat of the human heart.”
~Excerpt from Heart, Gail Godwin~
About a month ago, I set out to write about my metaphorical and literal cardiac state but did not have… well… the heart, to continue and reveal the writings to anyone, seeing that my heart and all four little chambers of it is after all too fragile
to wear on my words’ sleeve.
Despite the physiognomic forecast of a smile, I admit being weak enough to be able to affirm that an aching heart is indeed an invisible affliction. There are no blatant gashes, wounds, or amputations visible to the eye, and yet the heart remains impaired. Without real Joy the un-remedied bruises, lesions, and sores can become fatal. Moreover, the world abounds with pricked hearts. Contributing my own to the heartbroken populace would not be profitable for anyone.
(Since those who came before you comforted their consciences that my heart
would always find solace in God despite bleeding for a time, that I have what
Miss Godwin describes as a heart who suffers itself to be tormented, that I am a musician and can seemingly turn a graveinto a tempo giusto with ease, you can take advantage of that and do just as they did – break it or leave it.
Just make sure the scars you incise are carefully engraved heart shapes. My heart would then at least seem like a child’s lovely piece of art. You don’t know how to make pretty heart shapes? I’ll teach you. I know how to get my heart broken beautifully.)
Who resides
in that stinging space within my heart? One might ask. Why do I allow this person to carve scars in this delicate muscle? Wondering as Gilgamesh did, “for whose sake has my heart’s blood been spent?” I can produce different answers; he has a smile bright as the sun, I am not and never have been a riddle to him, and so on… but sometimes one finds it hard to explain why exactly, and we are even unable to pinpoint a person’s particular attribute for the logic of our devotion, and so we are left with a convenient answer from Pascal on how “The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.”
But one day, it just dawns on you. The reason is simple. You are in love with that person’s heart. It beats in tempo giusto with yours.
strangefits said,
August 9, 2008 at 9:15 am
i hid my emotions in my box of secrets mainly because i couldn’t find the exact words to express how i felt. then, i read this…you’ve said it all, mir.but i just don’t know if that person’s heart beats in tempo giusto with mine. sige lang, i’ll be his friend. =)
naka relate kaayo sa?thanx for this piece.=)
Miracle ♪♫ said,
August 9, 2008 at 4:24 pm
Chelle, it’s nice to know that you have somehow found a little harbor in this entry.
Hmmm… try doing some literal or mental music with your friend… by then you’ll know whether his tempo is synonymous with yours or not. hehe ;-)
Thanx for coming by, Chelle.
Prince Alarming said,
August 9, 2008 at 9:27 pm
this touched my heart mir. its so nice.
Miracle ♪♫ said,
August 9, 2008 at 10:45 pm
Oh hello there, my fuoco. You warm my heart always.
PixAr said,
August 14, 2008 at 4:47 pm
Carissima (as my clients in Milan would say), you speak the truth. You are… a miracle indeed.
Miracle ♪♫ said,
August 14, 2008 at 5:32 pm
Oh, Sir. I think it comes naturally to anybody… when they begin to speak from the heart. Your comments are always encouraging. A million thanks.