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A poem inspired by LemKuiper's composition "Solitude". I think Lem's own video is the best graphic for this poem. Solitude A few moments alone with six strings Therapeutic… free from stress Whether composing… Or simply feeling the response an instrument can give; reflecting my mood, punctuating a statement or drawing a scene, hoping others can visualize the same A few moments alone with six strings Copyright 2007 Ken Gierke

A poem inspired by LemKuiper's "La Valse Ambre" Amber Moon Sister, almost, to our earthly realm, she graces the night sky with her pale presence. As Selene in her silver chariot, her beams shone brightest off the ocean’s waves. Seduced by Pan, but enamored of Endymion, giving him eternal sleep that he might never grow old. No less vulnerable as Diana, her love for Orion brought him to the heavens to live forever. …………………… In the distance, a wolf’s howl escapes from a dense forest. …………………… Ever constant, through time and tide, she is like a beacon from the heavens. So it is that Luna draws Man to journey, by way of Verne, and by way of science through Shepard, Glenn, Armstrong. Through them, Man dared to touch a goddess within the darkness, but like a goddess, she remains shrouded in mystery. Copyright 2007 Ken Gierke

A poem inspired by LemKuiper's composition "First of Spring" http://www.LiveVideo.com/Lem First of Spring Branches hint at the green they hold in store; The ground, too soft yet to leave the path, yields signs of the renewal of life. Shoots press through the last traces of snow. Flocks overhead signal new arrivals, Cold weather stragglers prepare to leave. The breeze seems warmer, gentler, no longer a servant of Winter. A hare crosses the path ahead, its winter white nearly faded. Startled, a roe deer raises its head. Still as stone, it awaits your passing. Thoughts turn to the coast and the antics of terns in flight… a welcome sign of Spring’s arrival, and walks-to-come along the shore. A walk… like any other walk; welcome, whether in highlands or low, yet different in a way that’s welcome more so, when it’s the first of spring. Copyright 2007 Ken Gierke

Inspired, in part, by LemKuiper's composition, "For You". For You Copyright 2007 Ken Gierke

Not a poem this time. Something different. Inspired by LemKuiper's "Valse De Masque." The Masque Waltz No pavane, this. Stately, yes, as couples move across the floor of the grand ballroom. Gentlemen in tails and powdered wigs, backs straight as they step to the sound of the waltz filling the room, are held captive by the gaze of their partners. Hand in hand, hand on shoulder, the women who face them speak in soft tones, never allowing eye contact to be broken while seeming to glide effortlessly across the floor. A breath of spring air flows across the room, as the outer doors close behind a late arrival. The murmur of voices weaves in and out of the notes of the waltz, existing in a world apart from that outside… Until the doors to the great hall open to reveal a vision of beauty. The rhythm of the dance continues, uninterrupted, even as the conversation dies. All heads turn in unison to see dancing eyes, veiled in mystery by the masque she holds to her face. Heads turn as dancers turn, men and women alike unable to tear their glance from her form as she slowly traces the edge of the dance floor. Reaching the far side of the hall, she takes one step, then two, onto the floor. The dancers part before her, never once removing their gaze, until she remains alone on the dance floor. As if breathing the music that surrounds her, she moves gracefully around the room. Eyes dancing still, even as she dances, her flowing gown seeming to carry her effortlessly to the music now playing only for her, she reaches the door as the waltz ends. The doors are pulled aside, and she glides from the room. A breath of spring air flows across the room, as the outer door closes behind her. Heads gazing towards the door just moments before turn toward each other as the music begins once again. Gazes lock as couples move to the sound of the waltz. Copyright 2007 Ken Gierke

This is my latest composition "Valse De Masque". Which is French for "The Masque Waltz". For some reason it put me in mind of an 18th Century Masque Ball. I've always loved waltzes. 3/4 time is my favourite time signature and the one I am happiest playing with. This is the first piece I have written while writing out the tablature at the same time in Guitar Pro 5. You can download the MP3 and the guitar tablature from my website www.lemkuiper.com

Poetry inspired by LemKuiper's "Winter Sun". Watch Lem's video to hear the entire composition. Winter Sun Frost in fractals on a frozen pane Glimmers, shimmers in the morning sun. Branches blanketed with last evening's snow Weave the wonder of winter against an azure sky. Visitors have woven their own patterns; Fox tracks cross those of a hare. Powder raised by passing boots Floats, drifts gently through the air, A rainbow of light glinting from its surface As it falls to fill the tracks of boots Pausing to reflect on the beauty revealed In a frigid landscape, the wonders of a winter sun. Copyright 2006 Ken Gierke

By special request from wasabi here's another Youtube oldie now in stereo.

A poem inspired by LemKuiper's composition, "Carnasserie". http://www.livevideo.com/video/Lem/303A8E8695A04F5A83CD82032C3F1FD1/carnasserie.aspx Carswell’s Keep The wrath of MacLean leaves an air deathly still. Yet, the walls of Carnasserie stand proudly, still. It may seem all is gone, but it’s just as it’s been. To the east and the north, the valley’s still green. Enter the hall of the Bishop’s grand home. Secure behind walls of impenetrable stone. Wait by the fire and keep warm for awhile. All is in waiting for the Earl of Argyll. Now to the stairs, as they climb high and steep. As we watch for our foes from the top of the keep. We’ll stand here for ages with the strength of our will. Yes, the walls of Carnasserie stand proudly, still. Copyright 2007 Ken Gierke

When the Rain Comes, a composition by LemKuiper (username Lem) inspired this poem. When the Rain Comes You held me, you told me although I was lonely, I wasn’t the only one drowning in pain. Then gently, so softly, you led me so I’d see we all have our moments alone in the rain. But, slowly, it cleanses our battered defenses, erasing the remnants of pain we’ve become. No darkness enfolds me, when I have the memory of strength I discovered when the rain comes. Copyright 2007 Ken Gierke

Video for my latest composition. This tune was written and recorded within two days. I love it when compositions just happen and almost write themselves the way this thing did. I have no idea where it came from I just started playing and recorded each part as I went. While it may not appeal to all due to it's kind of sad and morose feel this is a personal favourite to me of all the stuff I've done. It is certainly the most diverse and complex piece I've ever written musically. As we have had nothing but wind and rain here in Scotland lately it seemed appropriate to name it "When The Rain Comes" and feature rainy shots out of my window in the video! MP3 available from www.lemkuiper.com as always.

The first time I heard this piece, a second melody came into my head immediately. So I recorded my part over Lem's original track... then I realized that I was making a video! So I video taped myself playing along after the recording was done. Lem is on the left channel and I'm on the right. Playing a dirt cheap classical nylon guitar!

Another Youtube oldie. I have received more messages and requests for tablature etc for this simple little tune than all my other other tunes put together for some reason. So I thought I'd bung it up here in stereo. Despite the fact I once said I would never write out the tablature for this or any other piece I have now made the tab for this piece available from my website http://www.lemkuiper.com

Calanais, a composition on guitar composed by Lem (Lem Kuiper to his YouTube friends) inspired this poem. Calanais Inspired Copyright 2006

A poem written to accompany LemKuiper's "October Day". Hear more of Lem's music at LiveVideo/Lem. <b>October Day Soft, diffused… Yellows and reds far overhead hint at sunlight clinging to colors still within reach. Prelude to winter’s gray. Copyright 2007 Ken Gierke

A poem inspired by LemKuiper's composition for guitar, "Dryad". Visit Lem's channel for more great music. Posted now as a response to the LiveVideo Ball - Poetry Slam! Dryad though midday when first I entered this wood the mighty oaks seem shrouded in the light of dusk faint notes of an unknown minstrel waft through the air, heightening my senses, my surroundings now in focus mottled sunlight dancing at my feet narrows to a shaft racing ’cross my path glancing from the trunk of one oak, then another and another my feet suddenly frozen in place, I turn to follow its path, strain to keep it in sight as it dances to the music my eyes following that light, I glimpse a maiden shadowed by an oak, visible for a moment, t hen just as soon gone again she appears, dancing it seems to the next oak, and the next; dancing with the light or the trees? I cannot tell at once, the shaft of light meets the trunk of a massive oak and broadens, diffuses, softens and reveals lines softer yet I stand in awe at the sight of a woman as one with the tree, a classic beauty, a nymph awaiting dear friend Artemis though wrapped in the strength of the oak she is vulnerable seeming; unwilling to hold my glance she turns away, as do I all that is light leaves my eyes for a brief moment, then returns to reveal the dusky scene that surrounded me moments earlier standing alone once more, my feet no longer rooted to the ground, I step forward and realize the notes are fading into the distance Copyright 2007 Ken Gierke