Notes that flow like fragrant breeze. Chords striking deep in your soul. Harmonies to make the body tingle. Hear the tale the music narrates and see the image the sound creates.
Maybe a crashing sea on the shore, or raging winds dying to an air of serenity. Feel the passion grow in your heart. Watch the clouds in the sky of your mind tumble and chase and then gently unwind.
There’s an eagle’s flight soaring great heights and diving low on the crest of the wind. Leaves fluttering in the dry autumn air. Ripples shimmering over surface of lake vast and golden in the clear day break.
Hear the song of the violin. Hear the verse of the harpsichord. Hear the words of the piano. Read from their message whatever you will and pray that their voices may never be still.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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