Music.
The
yearning language of the soul.
A
cosmic dialect,
so
ancient, and yet so modern,
It
transcends the desires of the flesh
to
achieve the longing of the spirit.
From
the alluring songs of the ancient sirens,
tempting
the crew of brave Ulysses,
to
the modern sanctums of sound and spectacle,
It
plays to the view and voice of millions.
Music
has, and will always be,
the
one constant thread of man’s great tapestry.
Music’s
forms are ever changing.
From
the earthly rumble of the bass,
to
the chilling tinkle of the glass,
this
noble art has altered history
and
carved a niche all Its own.
Some
music is like water,
moving
seamlessly from note to note.
As
the silver tinkle of a stream,
It
brings the mind both calm and comfort.
As
the rolling rumble of the falls,
hidden
vigor is released,
and
wearied spirit is renewed.
Some
music is like ice.
Cold
and piercing, It may be,
but
always filled with greatest clarity.
As
It courses through the body’s paths,
each
nerve is honed to fine precision.
Those
in slumber now arise,
and
sight and sound are optimized.
Some
music is like the earth,
with
sounds as strong as solid stone,
and
chords as deep as the old oak’s roots.
It
pounds the senses like a rolling drum,
but
grants a boon essential to all.
The
mind is focused and full of force,
and
the heart now swells with care and conviction.
Some
music is like wind.
Be
It austere or be It complex,
Its
tone is always untroubled and playful.
As
the gentle breeze of a summer day,
It
brings a smile to the lips.
As
the fast-paced gust of an autumn flurry,
joy
bursts forth and the dance begins.
Some
music is like fire.
It
can stoke the passions long and slow,
or
call forth a surge of ardor and zeal.
Husky
tones ignite the senses,
calming
and stimulating all at once.
When
the artist pours forth their very soul,
the
energy flows like new-minted lightning.
Some
music is like light.
Its
notes as pure as angel’s cries,
with
tones and timbres kind and gentle.
As
the warming rays of midday sun,
It
drives away the pains of stress.
As
the cooling glow of night’s full moon,
one
feels joined with surrounding life.
Some
music is like darkness.
It
could be one of many forms,
from
dreadful roars to piercing wails.
It
may seem strange, and somehow ominous,
but
renders life a vital service.
When
one becomes detached and distant,
It
jolts the mind back to the fore.
An
art as old as humankind,
It
still transcends all earthly boundaries.
Whether
warm and richly measured,
or
cool and light with swift progression,
music truly speaks to all.
