Musiker aus Innenwelten
Weltenwanderer und Geist
Singend stehst du an der Ecke
Und Seufzer verspeist
Etwas in dem Lied du singest
In Gitarre, Stimme, Blick
Zwinget uns zum Innehalten
Im Ahnen vom Glück
Wo du herkommst, wisset niemand
Wo du schläfst ist unbekannt
Wo du hin fließt, folgen alle
Wach, gebannt
Denn das kurze Menschenleben
Eingespannt im Schlaf der Zeit
Dürstet schwer nach Augenblicken
Gefang’ner Ewigkeit.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
I am the one who left the herd
Who defied the labels outcast and nerd
Who made roses out of turd
Who broke his word to keep his word
Who seeks the unknown, victory assured
Who sang the strange song your spirit heard
I am the one, he, the strange bird.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
There I saw a lion
With the eyes of a rose
Calmly it watched me
As I froze
It approached me, circled me
And seemed undecided
It scared me and thrilled me
And I was divided
Should I draw a knife
And the lion oppose
Or should I yield my heart
To the rose?
Then it turned around
And it was a woman
Knowingly she smiled
And looked only human.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Denn das Schweigen war eine Strasse
Die führte mich durch den Wald
Durch die Nacht genannte Gasse
Auf jedem Schild stand geschrieben: „Bald.“
Dann kamst du herein ins Schlafzimmer
Wo ich lag und atmete kaum
Küsstest sachte mich wie immer
Und ich erwachte aus meinem Traum.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Do you hear that wailing?
Somebody is dead next door
Someone is left behind and weeping
Behind heaven’s closed door
Another earthlife is ended forevermore
Quietly I watch the lights of the siren
As they grow brighter in the distance
Soon they cover up my neighbour’s silent scream
Then all grows quiet for one instance
Death welcomes every circumstance
I know that couple next door
They never failed to say hello
Now one of them I will hear nevermore
But whenever I see the other’s sorrow
I will smile and say, gently, hello.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Life can be a study in irony
The more people I know
The fewer friends I have
And when the night loves me
It fills me cruelly with loneliness
For it wakes me up in the dark quiet hours
But makes no effort to satisfy me
And the more I get the things I desire
The more I realise that what I really desire
Is something that already I have.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Shades of morning
Mantles of night ascending
Ghosts, like fears of the past,
Lay down softly to sleep at last.
Fear. Will whisper.
A thousand reasons to be a coward.
Until your inner man comes calling
The ground is so close
How come you’re still falling?
Beauty, soft kiss of dawn
Quietens you for a moment of tenderness
Before you shed your final skin
Of fear and pain
And stand up, never to crawl again.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
I’ve spent the last couple of days and weeks digging out my old recordings, singles and albums and putting them all online.
At the moment I’m working on my soundcloud page. (seen also above)
When I’m done with that, I’ll work on my reverbnation page.
Next year I’ll start giving concerts again (after 8 years of being away from the stage). I’m really looking forward to that – it’s been a long time. The only difference is that: this time I’m going to do it professionally.
And I’ll make a few music Videos too…
My first Videos can be vieewd on my YouTube page,
All my Albums, redesigned and re-released, can be found on my iTunes page here.
MUSIC AND ME
I’ve tried my hands and my heart at different types of Music over the years – as can be heard on my soundcloud page. Unlike my literature, I’ve always been very shy, almost insecure, about my Music. Creating Music and sharing it awakens a Feeling of Vulnerability.
I think…, maybe now I’ve come to embrace this vulnerability … and it does not scare me anymore. Instead I want to share it. And since my Music is its voice, I’m comfortable with sharing it now – in its many different facets.
I really hope to build a fan base over time of People who also appreciate something of my Music, no matter which type.
Because I am married, have two little children and also have a full-time Job, I have precious little time to devote to my literature and my Music – composing, writing, practising, Blogging, formatting, promoting, and – the most important things for an Artist – spending time, sometime with the world, and sometime with myself. To cap it all, I find I have little time for my favourite Hobby too – READING… books, other Blogs, the thoughts of others.
Hopefully the time will come when I can free myself enough to be able to devote my time and energies fully to this Thing I love so much – Poetry, Writing and MUSIC. Well I am hopeful that in life, there’ll be help along the way…
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Dein Atem
Wie Sonnenmondstrahlen
Wärmt meine Hoffnung
Eine Erinnerung glüht in meinem Hinterhirn
Wie heißer Winter
Getunkt in Wein
Und nun bin ich ein Fluß
Und Du bist meine Füße
Und wir eilten weg
Außer Atem.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
No, my love, my passion
Did not run astray
I was the ocean
Washed up on many a needing bay.
The furrows of your frown
The wrinkles of your smile
Handlebars holding me down
For a short – only a short, fulgurant – while.
Wide wide inviting shore
I came in only once
Sometimes I yearn for more
When I’m far away under foreign suns.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
