| I wrote my first song when I was seven years old: a dedication to my younger sister, Aylin, on her fifth birthday. Although to consider its inadequacies makes me cringe now, it was an excellent song for a seven-year-old child.
My composition instructor told me that songs poured from her, seemingly a gift of the gods, perfect in their first incarnation. I am not so gifted, and my words must be wrestled, pummelled, beaten, and occasionally slain before they will shape the images I need to convey. It is easier if I have already begun to hear the music that will accompany the words, but still no small task. And yet, I can not stop myself from composing. Forgive me, friends, my lack of eloquence. |
| Kevil's Poetry: |
| For Aylin (Yet another song dedicated to my sister, composed in hope that she would some day awaken from the fever which gripped her. Alas, she did not awaken. I wonder some days if a more moving song might have roused her. She did love to hear me play.) |
| Fireworks (On the occasion of the fireworks displayed at the Mayor of Marsember's birthday celebration, 1401.) |
| Woman's Blade (Eternal thanks to Elgara'a ibn Al Shudhyr of the Raz'hadi Bedine for allowing me to dishonor her brave and valiant story with my feeble warblings.) |
| When the Rain Fell (I dedicate this song to my beloved wife Loria, who inspired both its sentiment and its melody.) |
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