I let the music speak

Há poucos dias falava com uma aluna sobre o privilégio que é podermos trabalhar com a arte e com as emoções, num campo com o qual apenas fantasiávamos há poucos anos. A música é uma arte única, na medida em que cada interpretação é a criação de uma nova obra de arte, efémera e irrepetível, formada tanto pela emoção sentida no momento como pelas notas no papel.

Esta sensação de poder exorcizar os nossos demónios (e anjos também) através da arte e o partilhar do nosso ser mais íntimo com pessoas totalmente desconhecidas é difícil de explicar. Apesar disso, penso que os ABBA lá chegaram neste poema que tem estado no meu iPod na voz mágica de Anne Sofie von Otter:

I let the music speak

I'm hearing images, I'm seeing songs
No poet has ever painted
Voices call out to me, straight to my heart
So strange yet we're so well acquainted
I let the music speak, with no restraints
I let my feelings take over
Carry my soul away into the world
Where beauty meets the darkness of the day

Where my mind is like an open window
Where the high and healing winds blow
From my shallow sleep the sounds awake me
I let them take me
(Let them wake me, let them now, let them take me)

Let it be a joke
Let it be a smile
Let it be a farce if it makes me laugh for a little while
Let it be a tear
Let it be a sigh
Coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry

Some streets are emptiness, dry leaves of autumn
Rustling down an old alley
And in the dead of night I find myself
A blind man in some ancient valley
I let the music speak, leading me gently
Urging me like a lover
Leading me all the way
Into a place
Where beauty will defeat the darkest day

Where I'm one with every grand illusion
No disturbance, no intrusion
Where I let the wistful sounds seduce me
I let them use me
(All illusion, no disturbance, no intrusion)

Let it be a joke
Let it be a smile
Let it be a farce if it makes me laugh for a little while
Let it be a tear
Let it be a sigh
Coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry

Let it be a tear
Let it be a sigh
Coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry

Let it be the joy of each new sunrise
Or the moment when a day dies
I surrender without reservation
No explanations
No questions why
I take it to me and let it flow through me
Yes, I let the music speak
I let the music speak