"Without music, life would be a mistake” ― Friedrich Nietzsche 

 

A waterfall of notes, rising, falling, 

Splashing into mind, heart, soul. 

Music that will never grow old. 

Arpeggio series of broken chords

Mood music plunging into minor key variety, rising into waves of luminosity.

Notes compose a chord,  create harmonies of the heart

plangent human voices: tearing me apart:

pleading, invoking, appealing to the spheres across the chasms of time, place, culture, creed, rhyme.   

Our dreams swirl, coalesce 

into heavenly harmonies of need,

for all the passing imperfection of creed

plucking at our heart strings. Music seeping into our souls

Music, silence, point, counterpoint; the rhythm and metre and pause of words brought to measure

Infuses speech, poetry, the languages of emotional sense with all the magic of musical vitality: times past, future, present
sounds, songs, symphonies plucked from the very air; such sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.