NIENTE FORTISSIMO

Deliberate, simple life. Strings.
A tempo beats, drowning tones in modest,
Closing in on echoing lines ne’er converging,
Vibratos falling away in sonorous waves,
Lamenting the binary of space and time,
As atoms sweetly in points collide.

Melodic Convictions. (sotto voce)

Bold, easily broken chords. Always.
Swiftly sounding in triumphant staccato,
Along heavy winds of melancholic legato,
Pleas in harmonic flight sustain its duet,
Reverberating softly beyond the voices;
A symphony of torment and sick.

-Joanna Finella
September 7th 2008.

I wrote this on the morning of Spore for PC launch. I remember specifically writing it on the back of some of the dvd sleeves for the dummy boxes for our marketing gondola. I have no idea why this came to me… must have been a rough morning? And at the time, the store I was running was literally down the street from me, so I can’t imagine what had happened from a 10 minute walk, lol. But it seems to roll off the tip of the tongue quite pleasantly, despite the final line of torment and sick. I’d edit it, but then I’d know that it wasn’t the original… I’ve had this published previously on other online poetry blogs, and it had ranked #1 for about 2 years until the site was taken over by some other company. It’s probably one of my favorites.