Pen and Quill (22 edo)

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