The speech of angels
“Without music, life would be a mistake” ― Friedrich Nietzsche
A waterfall of notes, rising, descending,
Splashing into my mind, heart, soul.
Music will never grow old.
An arpeggio series of broken chords
In and out of order, splintering, teasing the ear.
Plunging into minor keys, soaring into waves of luminosity.
Notes that compose a chord played or sung
To create: harmonies of the heart. The plangent human voice.
Pleading, invoking, appealing to the spheres, to the goddesses, the muse
across the chasms of time, place, culture, creed.
my dreams swirl as notes coalesce into the heavenly harmonies of such passing imperfection.
Plucking at our heart strings, music seeping into our souls.
Music and silence, point and counterpoint; the rhythm and metre of sound brought to measure
Infuses speech, enlivens poetry, fills the language of sense with all the magic of music:
sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.