(As a side note, would you have even less respect for me if I admitted that the above records, yes, records, were played on a...record player? Yes, I said records. Not tapes or DVD's. Records. But at least not 8-tracks)
on the strains of music
my very soul reaches
Trying to catch the notes.
I swallow them whole
inhaling deeply their essence.
Inhaling, diaphragm swelling, lungs expanding
Until the very notes themselves
Take on life...
I release them at will,
propelling them to heaven, to
praise God's very existence,
rounding them sweetly, imitating
letting the notes ripple like water
through the air, over the ears,
the music inherits the world.
inviting, inspiring, raising up
dropping off soothingly
adagio cantabile, mezzo piano
crescendoing in swirling emotion
In a full cycle, but this time they escape...
the song is done, the notes are sung,
they have taken wing
to alight somewhere else.
For that soul to embrace,
and send forth,
renewed in wonder
music imitating nature...
there is no such thing