*Marisa & Claude is music writing for children. It attempts to get going the factory that is the mind, by establishing a cause and effect between living and music listening, with subtlety.
Until she was 1 and some days, a baby of 369 moons that is, Marisa was Mom and Dad’s only child.
Mom and Dad would hug her, and kiss her, and feed her, and occasionally help her count rain drops. When she would cry, they would feel sad. They would change her diapers, carry her around, boil her milk, or all 3, until she felt pleasant enough to suddenly stop.
They lived in an apartment that kept them happy when it was sunny but also when it was cold. They worked hard to stay warm inside, as a growing, jovial, family.
Marisa loved it when Mom would play her songs. She would play fast songs sometimes, but sometimes slow songs. Sometimes the songs were full of instruments. Sometimes with just 1 instrument.
She loved the sound of long songs that only featured instruments.
She also loved short songs that only featured instruments.
Sometimes she could hear a male’s voice singing.
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Sometimes she could hear a woman’s.
Sometimes she could hear both.
She let herself at least try to love it all.
Sometimes she did not like the song. She would cry to make it stop. Mom would walk over to pick her up and carry her around, sometimes leaving the song on, sometimes turning it off. She would let Mom quiet her only after having expressed her thought.
She sometimes danced, with her legs and hands, to the song. When she did, she often also laughed along to her dance.
One night, Dad helped mom, slowly, into Mom’s blue car. He then made sure that Marisa was comfortably seated in the back with Jocelyne, his sister. They made their way to the hospital.
Marissa does not remember a thing from that night; she was asleep.
She was still asleep, in a world of her own, when Claude was born.
Claude was moved into a crib right next to Marisa’s. Marisa loved sleeping parallel to her brother. Marisa taught her little brother how to cry sharply for the things he loved and to sleep profoundly to not have to leave the room.
Marisa was the first to crawl long lengths so she set the example: crawl slowly and remember not to expect anything or else the apartment, little brother, may be boring. She was also the first to “Goo” and “Da” and by the time she could say “Mom” and “Dad” Claude had become a bit shy out of fear of stumbling his words. It took him some time to speak but when he did say “Mom” and then “Dad,” Marisa clapped.
Marisa taught Claude how to wait for the fun part of the song and not cry at the beginning. She did this through example.
She also taught him that it’s fine to cry if the song is ugly.
Mom was born in the Dominican Republic and Dad in Haiti. The house was full of a mix of the two countries: pictures, chairs, and sometimes a grandma and a grandpa from each. A small amount of space was, nonetheless, made to be Marisa and Claude’s, Claude’s and Marisa’s. It was for their play pen.
Claude and Marisa, after some fresh water, milk or food would put them to sleep, were set neatly in the play pen.
When they played, they forgot that they slept in parallel cribs. Marisa would sometimes cry because Claude had broken a toy. Claude would not play because Marisa was being mean.
Sometimes their crying could be heard from Mom and Dad’s room.
When any one of the grandmas was there, she would pray for each of them.
Sometimes Mom or Dad would have to come to the play pen.
They would make sure that everything is going fine.
By the end of the time in the play pen, whatever had happened would be forgotten. They both would be put to sleep in their perpendicular cribs.
Claude would wear blue; Marisa would wear pink. Marisa would wear red; Claude would wear maroon. Both would sleep deeply for they were tired and needed their strength to bloom.
A small cat, Fred, was added to the family. Marisa would put Fred by the tail and so would Claude. When they played, Fred would watch them. He learned to accept the fact that, in the end, Claude and Marisa were the best of friends despite their fighting, and crying.
Fred would then walk upstairs, and think about the meaning of the world. He would hear Marisa and Claude being put to sleep.