In the faces of the dead
I see the stars
Pale and shining, but not there
Higher, they are, higher above me
Where I cannot reach
But now they are free

In your eyes I see
the emptiness the stars live in
If there were no stars
I would have no hope and die too
But now you are stars-

Quick piece that came to me today; I don’t know why. I’m not particularly depressed or anything. In fact, despite being rather tired, I’m pretty generally at my normal level of cheerful. But I was thinking: how do the kalmaei deal with death? It must be very hard for them, harder than for us. How does it look to them? What do they believe lies beyond it? What stereotypical elven imagery do they use to describe it? How do they cope? What would happen otherwise?

There’s hints of the religious aspect in that, but at the moment I’m much more interested in the psychological aspect. I have a vague idea of what they believe religiously, but the psychology is considerably more complicated. Actually, they’re both probably very subtle, and deserve much more thought than I’ve yet given them.

The poem kind of cuts off because he just can’t sing anymore.

Anyway, getting my auditions together… holding the fort on homework, although it’s midterm week… trying not to get sucked into videogames (SOMEONE MADE A SIMS3 ORGAN MOD – I THINK I WILL LOVE THEM FOREVER)…

Of course, the organ mod doesn’t work without the expansion pack that has the piano in it, which is kind of expensive. Anyway.

Also trying to finish learning my last pieces because my recital is in 6 weeks. AAAAAHHHHHH-