MIHRAN KALAYDJIAN PLAYING BEAUTIFUL MELODY TO HIS FAMILY
THIS BEAUTIFUL MELODY IS DEDICATED
TO MY FAMILY
My Mom has taught me to be proud
of who I am
My Dad has taught me to be confident
My Sister has taught me to be sweet
I love my family with all my heart and soul
It’s with honor and great pleasure that I accept this wonderful Award given by my extraordinary friend Delvi. http://dalavoie.net/.
Delvi – I like your energy and the message that you are conveying through your blog. I would like to share this poem as of appreciation to Delvi –
Your life is mostly filled with poetry…
Though it makes Me feel so like as I am flying free.
Your poems are filled with such good imagery…
Painted pictures,so smoothly fluently.
Have a nice day when You write…
For Your imagery in the poetry realm,
is just well wittingly fittingly-right.
A New Tattoo
I’ll wear you always,
etched to my skin
mythically rising from the flames
where you live to fight
another day.
Emerging from ashes
of your own demise,
resplendent reds upon golden fire,
a teardropp to heal,
song within your cry,
power of the Gods.
Above your wings
lays the inscription:
Nothing Lasts Forever,
in stark reference
to the life I know.
You, however,
will fly upon my flesh
as long as I survive,
until I’m bathed in fire.
My world is miles of endless roads
That leaves a trail of broken dreams
Where have you been I hear you say
I will meet you at the Blue Café
This is where the one who knows
Meets the one who does not care
The cards of fate, the older shows
The younger one, who dares to take
The chance of no return
Where have you been?
Where are you going to?
I want to know what is new
I want to go with you
What have you seen?
What do you know that is new?
Where are you going to?
Because I want to go with you
The cost is great, the price is high
Take all you know, and say goodbye
Your innocence, inexperience
Mean nothing now
Because, this is where the one who knows
Meets the one who does not care
Where have you been I hear you say
I’ll meet you at the Blue Café
Where have you been?
Where are you going to?
I want to know what is new
I want to go with you
What have you seen?
What do you know that is new?
Where are you going to?
Because I want to go with you
So meet me at the Blue Café
I Said meet me down at the Blue Café
Where have you been?
Where are you going to?
I want to know what is new
I want to go with you
What have you seen?
What do you know that is new?
Where are you going to?
I want to go with you
Down to the blue
I Will meet you at the blue café
I Will meet you at the blue café
The Blue Café
I was born in Mississippi;
I walked barefooted thru the mud.
Born black in Mississippi,
Walked barefooted thru the mud.
But, when I reached the age of twelve
I left that place for good.
My daddy chopped cotton
And he drank his liquor straight.
Said my daddy chopped cotton
And he drank his liquor straight.
When I left that Sunday morning
He was leaning on the barnyard gate.
Left my mama standing
With the sun shining in her eyes.
Left her standing in the yard
With the sun shining in her eyes.
And I headed North
As straight as the Wild Goose Flies,
I been to Detroit & Chicago
Been to New York city too.
I been to Detroit & Chicago
Been to New York city too.
Said I done strolled all those funky avenues
I’m still the same old black boy with the same old blues.
Going back to Mississippi
This time to stay for good
Going back to Mississippi
This time to stay for good-
Gonna be free in Mississippi
Or dead in the Mississippi mud.
Jesse Cook & Mihran Kalaydjian Bogota by bus from new album Rumba Foundation, Chicago Concert.
“I wanted to make a record that was more personal”, “Something intimate with more space to it than my previous work, the kind of music that I would want to listen to after midnight. I guess you could call it my grown-up album.”
I gave you, I gave you my smile my hours of love,
My days of sunshine, sweetheart April
I gave my warmth, my flower, I gave my pain
I gave my my truth, I gave what I was.
I offered the skin of my hands, my time better
My humble corner, my nights without you.
My life and freedom and a little love.
What little I went, my love, how little I was.
And you’re going, you’re happy, you’ll forget what I was,
And in my window I see the gray morning dress.
I gave you the light of my eyes, my hours of honey
My tears of gall, my breathing.
The light of my dawn, my wood and my home.
The song of my sparrow and some bread.
Mihran Kalaydjian began studying the piano with great passion at the age of five.
A prize-winner of both national and international competitions. Praised for his big piano presence, Mihran has distinguished himself as a soloist and chamber musician.
Absences
Smear out the last star.
No lights from the islands
Or hills. In the great square
The prolonged vowel of silence
Makes itself plainly heard
Round the ghost of a headland
Clouds, leaves, shreds of bird
Eddy, hindering the wind.
No vigils left to keep.
No enemies left to slaughter.
The rough roofs of the slopes,
Loosely thatched with splayed water,
Only shelter microliths and fossils.
Unwatched, the rainbows build
On the architraves of hills.
No wounds left to be healed.
Nobody left to be beautiful.
No polyp admiral to sip
Blood and whiskey from a skull
While fingering his warships.
Terrible relics, by tiderace
Untouched, the stromalites breathe.
Bubbles plop on the surface,
Disturbing the balance of death.
No sound would be heard if
So much silence was not heard.
Clouds scuff like sheep on the cliff.
The echoes of stones are restored.
No longer any foreshore
Or any abyss, this
World only held together
By its variety of absences.
Don’t want to lose you.
On this night of a thousand stars
I can see that faraway look in your eyes.
Though you are only emotion away
still with every word we see the distance grow.
Tu solo Tu,
I will always be in love with you.
And when you’re gone, vaya con dios.
You’re my beating heart, Tu solo Tu.
Don’t want to lose you.
If this moment must be our last,
hold me close before the past fades into dust.
I can hear that silent voice,
it’s calling out your name ~ don’t go away!
Tu solo Tu,
I will always be in love with you.
And when you’re gone, vaya con dios,
you’re my beating heart, Tu solo Tu.
Tu solo Tu!
Tu solo Tu!