Originally Posted by
PSRemeshChandra
I was not following a metre, but plain common song melody as Yes No hinted. I tried ardently to sing the song two or three times, thrilled by the exoticism of the lines. The instant I thought the poet on the other side of the ocean of time embraced and kissed me, the lines rearranged themselves and the blue print for the tune was revealed to me. The goose bumps all over on my body marked the exchange of energy and told me that the original tune has been unlocked and revealed to me. It was as if the kind poet looking across centuries pitied me and gave the key to me. It was such simple. My practical experience in this field now has taught me that fast rhythm and the unorthodox boldness to ignore unnecessary words is the key. I very much wished to recast and sing songs from the book The Prophet, especially the song, Of Children quoted by jersea, but withdrew from the attempt for fear of present inability to withstand the consequences from the song, sure to happen in my personal life. It was as if the poet ordered a large and bold NO. Someday I or someone else will do it. Once I had been thinking anyone can do anything on a poem, but now I am wise to know that approbation has to come across the realms of time.
