The Music Within
by Beth Elaine
Tuesday, December 09, 2003
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A joyful profusion
pours out of his fingertips
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I feel the sound
shaking the house
As you thunder emotions unspoken...
You gentle the tune,
Tenderly experiment
New combinations, rhythm
and texture.
What words will you place
With the sacred tunes?
Whose praise, what yearning,
makes listeners' hearts respond?
I wonder from where did this
tumult commence
And where the flow will go,
Will it roar into a might river
Or dry up to a trickle?
Oh, let the sound be heard and felt.
Coax it into life daily~~
There are too many dry places.
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| Reviewed by Amor Sabor |
12/11/2003 |
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Beautiful work, Bess
Amor |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
12/10/2003 |
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| Wonderful, Bess! |
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| Reviewed by Bonita Quesinberry, R.C. |
12/9/2003 |
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| Bess, this is beautifully written and reminds me of the first time my son, then 14 with his own band, came in and asked if he could play our baby grand. "Of course, just don't bang on it." Du-uh! How can I forget he's extreme gifted. He's playing a master piece, I think, but how can that be? He's never played anything except his drums and guitar. "What are you playing?" "Oh, just something I'm making up as I go." Wonderful, wonderful write, Bess: brought back a great memory. ~~Bonnie Q |
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| Reviewed by Larry Rochelle |
12/9/2003 |
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| Coaxing works for me: gentle, persuasive and loving. Thanks, Bess. |
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