The speech of angels
“Without music, life would be a mistake” ― Friedrich Nietzsche
A waterfall of notes, rising and falling,
splashing into my mind, heart, soul.
music will never grow old.
Arpeggio series of broken chords rising descending
in and out of order
plunging minor keys, rising waves of luminosity.
Notes compose a chord played or sung in a rising or descending order.
to create. harmonies of the heart.
Plangent human voices:
pleading, invoking, appealing to the spheres, to the goddess of love,
across the chasms of time, place, culture, creed.
Our dreams swirl, coalesce into heavenly harmonies of passing imperfection.
plucking at our heart strings, music seeps into our souls,
music and silence, point and counterpoint; the rhythm and metre of words brought to measure
infuses speech, poetry, the language of sense, with all the magic of music:
sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.