The speech of angels

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“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.

◄ The rhythm of a dream

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Stephen Gospage

Tue 30th Mar 2021 17:23

An inspiring poem, John. Music is so important, as M.C. says.

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M.C. Newberry

Tue 30th Mar 2021 15:08

The richness of music is in its infinite variety and ability to appeal to
a cross section of global humanity. Comparisons are inappropriate
in evaluating its worth and we should just be grateful that here in
the West it can produce anything from a Beethoven to a Beatle,
while elsewhere music finds its own audience according to cultural
traditions, tastes and expectations.
My own view is that music is medicine for the mind; melody is balm
for the spirit.

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