speech of angels
"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 rising descending
Into and out of order. Plunging into minor keys, rising into waves of luminosity.
Notes that 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.
Our dreams swirl, coalesce into these heavenly harmonies of need, of passing imperfection.
Plucking at our heart strings music seeps into our souls
Music, silence, point, counterpoint; the rhythm and metre of words brought to measure
Infuses speech with poetry, the language of sense with all the magic of music:
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.