Music is the poetry of the air. ~Richter
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Music inspires me to write, especially poetry. Music itself is poetry. Not one certain song or genre, but music in it's entirety. Flowing rhythmically from the instruments, plucked from the fingertips of an artist; chords float on the wind. The melodies grasp me; singing to me... calling me forth into a trance. Capturing my attention and penetrating my mind, I feel it pulse through my body. Lyrics probe the depths of my emotions, toying with them. Teasing me with a temporary joy... or depression. Absorbing the words, clinging onto the chorus; they mold themselves around my life. For the length of the song... they become me; sometimes lingering for a moment after. It takes ahold of me to a point that I'm moved to write a piece that compares in beauty.
Taking on a life of it's own when released into the world; it has the power to change... to heal. Music has the power to impress its self upon you... your life will never be the same.
"The birds like leaves on Winterwood,
Sing hopeful songs on dismal days.
They've learned to live life as they should.
They are at peace with natures ways.
You are as natural as the night,
And all that springs from you is good.
And the children born beneath your light,
Are like the birds on Winterwood. "~Don McLean's Winterwood~
Music is a part of who I am. It flows through my veins caressing my heart. Ingrained into my brain; etched into my skin. Words spill from my lips; then when put to music... it's pure ecstasy. A world without music or poetry will no longer be a world worth living.
Without music life would be a mistake. ~Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
* This post was written for Bloggy Moms Writer's Workshop