Dear Music,
Tell me again how delicate life is
and how every moment is so precious
Tell me why the strings of instruments
can still my thoughts, soothe my consciousness
Tell me again we take for granted
the basic goodness of everyday
Tell me when I forget that the winds
can too be shaped in such numerous ways
Play for me your keys and chords
the gentle touches of a hand
Play the sounds where nature sings
and time is washed away like sand
Play for me upon your pedals
the various tones of every note
Play a story that listening creates
Without a word from human throat
Oh tunes of wonder and delight
Oh guilded sounds of day and night
Oh softened tones touched and tendered
Oh place where all my worries render
The portal between the meaning and gist
The infinite space no mortal resists
The symmetrical paths of music's lift
The noted played eternal gift
Yours truly,
Jade
Music To Write To
Saturday, July 14, 2018
Jade Jaspers (c)
Sunday, July 15, 2018
Dear Music
Not every writer writes for fame and fortune. As a matter of fact that class of people is a reserved group of people none of the rest of the world's simple word users will ever be able to liken ourselves to. Then again, that was never the idea when most people first began writing. It was something we were taught, something we learned, something we were instructed to use through out our lives to sort out ideas and follow a pattern of thinking that would lead us to communicating with our own thoughts in a healthier way.