GETTING TO KNOW YOU

Getting to know you is like whispering
Across the river and still being heard...
Getting to know you is taking a bath
In a sinful fire but without burning...
It is connecting with virgin spirits
It is exploring unknown sensations
It is acquiring wider perceptions...

Getting to know you is being witness
To naked genius it is hugging sounds
From the years long gone
It is revealing with Bach and Chopin
The secrets a few know and understand
It is reviving a childhood desire
With yesterday's hopes relentless will
Without any doubts...

Getting to know you, is unleashing wild
The forgotten child getting to know you
Is daring to be unacceptable
To feel and desire a burning passion
Which tears and destroys the shiny shackles
Of slavery the golden cages
Of security it is to be free...

Yes, yes, to be free! like the free dances
Of your wild spirit on key after key
On chord after chord like the restlessness
Of your fierce fingers your electric hands
Giving flight and form to the Toccata
To the Sonata reviving the nerves
Once immobilized in the dust of years...

Yes, yes, to be free! breaking all the dams
Built to hold the fears
Exposing the laws which made us captives
From the time we crawled breathing finally
With lungs which endured the suffocation
Of windowless minds and the frustration
That an uncondemned prisoner of war
Knows and understands...

Getting to know you is coming too close
To the sheer horror of execution
Mystic's surrender to persecution
Rebel's acceptance of his rejection
A monk's confession of lustful passion
A poet's terror from sunlight and warmth
After years of cold dark isolation...

Yet each note you play invites me to rest
My weary shoulders on your tender lap
And relive every day of our past lives
Yet each note you play brings to me a world
Of essence and depth which only a few
So ardently seek... getting to know you
Is a beginning which will never end.

Shant Norashkharian