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The Most Beautiful Song



There were two simple notes
but one grand symphony--
that's how we found each other,
and together we made
a most beautiful song.

So soft and so quiet
and chosen with love,
but what would the song sound like
if one note all at once
were gone?

I breathe in, and I breathe out;
I let my eyes open and close;
and I hear all the singing
and all of the music:
none of it sounds like you.

It pops and spits,
it bends and breaks,
it howls and hisses,
burns and stings.

And everything's fine,
though the world's going wrong,
because it just keeps on turning without you,
yes, it does keep on turning without you.

I breathe in, then I breathe out;
I let my eyes open and close;
and I hear all the singing
and all of the music:
none it sounds like you.
No, not at all like you.

And so on days like these days--
one like today, when I feel so alone--
while I am singing here for so many people,
my only wish is that you would be there.

There are two simple notes,
here in my fantasy,
and together they make
the most beautiful song.
Yes, we're still the most beautiful song.

Words and music by Anna Depenbusch
Translated by Frank Beck

One of my favorite songs from the singer/songwriter's latest album, Das Alphabet der Anne Depenbusch. As Karla Letterman says in her article about an April 2018 concert, 'Anna Depenbusch walks out on stage, takes a seat at the grand piano, gets started--and you're in the middle. In the middle of life.'


Home

Anna Depenbusch

My home here and me

are like shadows and light, bound together.
My home here and me
are now tied up for good this time.

I have cursed it so often
and tried to deny--
then shunned it again
every time that I missed it.

I've belonged here so long,
whether I like it or not.
I've belonged here so long--
yes, I have little choice,
and it's got me,
no matter where I am.

My home drowns its sorrows
in wandering that goes on forever.
My home has such scars
that they're all here for good this time.

Never before have I seen that it's beautiful.
It always drives me far into the distance,
but I have stayed true to it every time.

I've belonged here so long,
whether I like it or not.
I've belonged here so long--
yes, I have little choice,
and it's got me,
no matter where I am.

I have little choice.
It's got me--
once and for all.

"Heimat" - Words and music by Anna Depenbusch
Translated by Frank Beck

This is one of the the songs that first attracted me to Anna Depenbusch's work. Set to a warm, jazz-inflected melody, the lyrics express both affection and resignation, holding those seemingly contradictory emotions in suspension so that neither invalidates the other.


Photograph by Frank Dietrich