All Art, like all Love, has its roots in Heartache.
Solitude
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
It was a night that will forever be etched into our memories. It was a night of magic, a night of romance. It was a point where fantasy and reality merged. It was the night of the musical.
A Night Of Magic
Many a months we had all prepared
Many experiences we had all shared
Many a character was our role
A tale of romance to unfold
The epic of Belle and Beast
Worked out by us piece by piece
Each person had his own duty
To paint a picture of beauty
We wondered: How long could we last
As practice sessions rained down hard and fast
Yet the practices were not all toil
For plentiful too were the moments of joy
We laughed at the beast hedious suit
Whiched suited his character down to boot
We were taught unarmed combat
Clobbering each other with a bat
But we waltzers had the best deal
The best instructors, the most drills
Gina taught us to time our pace
She taught us to dance with grace
And in just a few short weeks
Each and every waltzer will eagerly seek
A chance to dance to the song
By which we had practiced for so long
Ninteenth of July was the night
Where many wet eyes were hastily dried
It was the beginning of the end
The parting of many new found friends
As each of us waltzed our last
Memories of all that has come to past
Helped each of us find our peace
In the song of Beauty and the Beast
Special Thanks to: Gina Glenn Weirong Sandy Siew Ling Grace Yeoh Sabrina
Inspired by a moment of magicWong Wen Pu 19/09/06
posted @ 11:35 AM
