Francisco Tárrega’s Recuerdos de la Alhambra
The velvet sea, a spotlight sun,
a lone man in the theater’s arms:
the net-mender’s daughter comes down to draw
from the well of the guitar’s heart.
A whisper in the wings,
a wind through the rigging..
Why go on singing when the river’s gone?
Dusk wanders down the orchards of the guitar’s heart.
Why keep asking when you know the answer?
The moonflower blooms in the starry garden.
If silence were a woman she would wear your smile.
I’m adrift in the chartless eyes of the heart’s guitar.
a lone man in the theater’s arms:
the net-mender’s daughter comes down to draw
from the well of the guitar’s heart.
A whisper in the wings,
a wind through the rigging..
Why go on singing when the river’s gone?
Dusk wanders down the orchards of the guitar’s heart.
Why keep asking when you know the answer?
The moonflower blooms in the starry garden.
If silence were a woman she would wear your smile.
I’m adrift in the chartless eyes of the heart’s guitar.