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 mind, heart, soul. 

Music 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 are 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 these 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.

◄ Reading the signs

Holy brokenness ►


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Mon 27th Jan 2020 04:52

"rising into waves of luminosity"... love that line, love music, love your poetry! 💖

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