You know…when it really comes down to it…there’s no excuse for not creating. Why should I put off any longer what I want to make, what I want to bring to life? If it really is important to me, if it really is something I’m passionate about, then I must create it! And today, that’s what I did. Continue reading
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Loved by Every Season…
I absolutely love this song…heavenly piano and beautifully touching lyrics. I hope you enjoy it today and the power of its message, every day.
Lyrics:
Every evening sky an invitation
To trace the pattern stars
And early in July a celebration
For freedom that is ours
And I notice you in children’s games
In those who watch them from the shade
Every drop of sun is full of fun and wonder
You are summer…
And even when the trees when just surrendered
To the harvest timeForfeiting their leaves in mid-September
And sending us inside
Still I notice you when change begins
And I am braced for colder winds
I will offer thanks for what has been and what’s to come
You are autumn…
And everything in time and under heaven
Finally falls asleep
Wrapped in blankets white all creation
Shivers underneath
And still I notice you when branches crack
And in my breath on frosted glass
Even now in death you open doors for life to enter
You are winter…
And everything that’s new has bravely surfaced
Teaching us to breathe
What was frozen through is newly purposed
Turning all things green
So it is with you and how you make me new
With every season’s change
And so it will be as you are recreating me
Summer, autumn, winter…
Spring…
The Feel of Music
So intense, more real than anything
Yet unseen, invisible, untouchable
It moves more deeply, running free
Sounds melded together touch me
Notes that rise, ring and soar
How can it do this to me?
Make me lift and throb with emotion
Provoke me to move while still
I feel it…deep inside, in the center of me…
Pulsing, like breaths, gasping with emotions
Prompting my heart, causing it to grow
Every sense seems to ride the notes
Cascading with their cadence
Exhilarated with higher pitch
To then tranquilly descend,
Resting in deep, heady bass notes
My flesh rises in bumps and prickles
A rush caresses my skin
Seeming to come from the inside
Reverberating all throughout…
Between and about organs
Through veins of blood and life breath
Powerfully touching the surface
Releasing from below the skin
It takes my mind to places
It toys with my heart and memories
Yet it does so respectfully and gently
Still tenderly and considerately
How music moves me!
What it does to my soul
On the wings of emotions
Calling beyond time and the known
Taking me to rise far above
Anything that can be seen
Such feelings, such emotions
Waves washing over me,
Cleansing and purifying me
It intoxicates and loves me
It sings to me and plays for me
How beautiful music is
Even without words…
So powerful…
Power…
In its sweetest, purest, most loving form.
Gypsy Jazz
Fadora hats, vests and rolled cuffs,
Attire that swaggers into the room.
The notes of instruments sounding,
In trills of waves, like water ebbing.
Up and down, cascading in currents,
Clarinet sings a dance with accordion.
Violin sways, rises, humming richly,
Bass doing a jig, energetic, steady.
Slow and pulsing, rhythm flowing,
Accordion fast and slow with notes.
Fingers drumming, feet tapping,
From those watching with ears, eyes.
Hands coming together, clapping,
Shouts of pleasure rising from voices.
A woman twirling, with hips moving,
Arms extended high, twisting hands.
Steps small, creating movement,
Drawing others in, slight steps.
Boisterous steps, turning, clapping,
Arms around waist, hands holding.
Notes in the air, music as breath,
Growing, ascending, carrying us.
The Love of Movement
I love things that move…
The flow of my fingers along the keys while typing words,
My feet stepping and guiding my body to turn and dance,
Notes ascending and descending from my voice in melodic song…
