the speech of angels
“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.