Eddie Roa - Kundiman (Serenade)

Kundiman

A tune and its refrains hauntingly crooned,
While a guitar is strummed in soulful rhythms,
A mellow leitmotif for a kundiman.
Plaintive words from an ignored swain,
A lad emoting as only the lovelorn can.

As if obliged the moon shone bright at
A night that was quiet except for the chirps
Of pesky nocturnal winged creatures,
Thoughtless of the pain of a boy in swoon
In sympathy the dogs did not bark at the moon.

The kundiman played on and on,
While the strings struggled to keep pace
With the erratic rhythm of a dragged out tune.
Sang by a smitten singer looking at a window
That stayed closed hiding a fair maiden's face.

Oh, the promises were high and plentiful,
The sadness and the sting of rejection heavy,
For a moment even the mocking nocturne of chirps
Subsided as if relenting to the heart-rending pleas,
Ever eloquent in words and in song.

The nacred windows stayed unopened,
All through the cold and hostile darkness,
A song that can soften dark angels' hard core
Fell on unhearing ears and an unheeding heart.
The kundiman will play on as it always did.

Eddie Roa

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