A poem by Emily Dickenson set to music
Story behind the song
Thanks to Ted Bryson for giving me this idea
Lyrics
I heard..
A fly buzz when I died..
The stillness in the room, was
Like stillness in the air
Between the heaves of storm
Eyes around
Had wrung them dry
And breaths were gathering firmly
For the last onset when the King
Was in the room
I willed my keepsakes, signed away
What portion of me be
Assignable…
and then
It was there interposed a fly
A fly..
Blue uncertain stumbling buzz
Between the light and me
And then the windows failed
And then I could not see
To see
Heard..
A fly buzz when I died..
The stillness in the room, was
Like stillness in the air
Between the heaves of storm
Between the heaves of storm
Heaves of storm