I wrote music to the poem "Your Little Voice" by e. e. cummings. When I first read this poem, I was a teenager. The words made me think of so many delightful images. When I re-read this poem this year (2014), it struck me how I completely missed the meaning of the ending until now.
It is sweet, but also truly sad as it is also about loss. It gives my heart a little wrenching, to tell the truth.
So, I had to write music to it.
Here is e. e. cumming's poem:
your little voice
Over the wires came leaping
and i felt suddenly
With the jostling and shouting of merry flowers
wee skipping high-heeled flames
curtsied before my eyes
or twinkling over to my side
with impertinently exquisite faces
floating hands were laid upon me
I was whirled and tossed into delicious dancing
with the pale important
stars and the Humorous
How i was crazy how i cried when i heard
and tide and death