Sonnet 107 By Shakespeare

Experience Shakespeare’s 154 Sonnets, reimagined through song. This track is a musical adaptation of Sonnet 107 Part of a complete 154-song archive, this project explores the timeless themes of love, mortality, and the human spirit by lifting the "Bard’s" classic verse off the page and into a modern sonic landscape. This sonnet celebrates an external event that had threatened to be disastrous but that has turned out to be wonderful. The poet’s love, in this new time, is also refreshed. Sonnet 107 Not mine own fears nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come Can yet the lease of my true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom. The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured, And the sad augurs mock their own presage; Incertainties now crown themselves assured, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him, I’ll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o’er dull and speechless tribes; And thou in this shalt find thy monument When tyrants’ crests and tombs of brass are spent. #shakespeare #williamshakespeare #sonnetswilliamshakespeare #sonnets #poetryinspiration #shakespeareinmusic #sonnet #sonnets #sonnet107