Pen and Quill is performed with a rock ensemble (guitar x3, piano, bass, drums, vocals such as they are) in 22 notes per octave of a poem I wrote some years ago with edits. I apologize for my voice wavers – I’m not a good singer and trying to sing microtonally is even more challenging. But, hopefully on the whole you will find it worth putting up with.
I don't know what the tomorrow is But I'm sure it is written Inscribed in something sacred Letters in drying ink On page to page Flipped by the breeze Flowing past, the past, It is all we keep all we keep I sat there, stood there, And yes I listened I listened too well To every word and gesture Recorded and filed By ink and quill Reflected by mirror oh yeah It somehow becomes less, Less of a puzzle, But more of a trouble, To understand And I still stand Yet the room has changed How the past shapes the future But nothing is ever plain The enigma is this nettle of time With its plaintive scraping Of pen and quill With its plaintive scraping Of paper and quill It is all we keep It is all we keep I sat there, stood there, And yes I listened I listened too well To every word and gesture Recorded and filed By ink and quill Reflected by mirror It somehow becomes less, Less of a puzzle, But more of a trouble, To understand And still I stand And still I stand