Music

Photo by Ebuen Clemente Jr

My soul is awakened by the gentle nudge of a song

                                             That has filtered into the recesses of my mind

                                                     As it mingles with the deeds of work and play.

                                 My soul is stirred with a breath of whispered longing

                                             When I hear the harmonizing movement

                                                         Of instruments or voices

                                                                     As it dances with my thoughts.

                                 My soul is moved with beats of gladness

                                             While the music throbs and strokes

                                                         My body into movement with

                                                                     The incredible rhythm it provides and shares.

                                 But my soul, my mind, my emotions are filled to capacity

                                             By the blends of sounds that take the breath

                                                         And stirs the very essence of ‘being’

                                                                     From the precision of energy and vibrance

                                                                     That stroke the cords at the depth of my soul.

Photo by Ahmad Odeh

At this time, to dance, to move, to sing to the limits

         With the surging of sound that merges with the building passions

                     Erupting from within

Are the only sane-savers.

For to do nothing, when the soul is filled,

         Is to waste a passion rarely felt

                     To this degree.

A touch, a kiss, a caress,

         Mounting to the fevered crescendo of music’s passion

                     Awakens the senses to greater depths

                                 Of need, taking, blending, fusing

                     Into the pinnacle of emotion that passion arouses,

                     To climb to the heights far from normal senses,

                     Giving a taste of what is beyond, and feeling more acutely,

                                 That fire which gives the greatest appreciation

                                             To the music.

Photo by Austin Neill

To be unable to touch, to give, to feel, by sharing the composition,

         And to fulfill the passions evoked,

Brings forth an unrest, a longing, a pain from need so profoundly

         The ache lingers and the unrest remains as a reminder

that the appreciation was not met with the

                             mergence of mind, body and Soul,

                     And the music has nearly lost its purpose

                                 Until it can be played again

                                 To climb

                                 To merge,

                                 To explore that musical realm once more.

Together.