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Thursday, January 20, 2011

Music

A normal person would say
"Music is organized sound and silence."
But we musicians know better
Is there a definition
For the epiphany of emotions?
Happy, sad, mad, tired,
Or even more complex ones?
Like love, homesickness, sorrow, and joy?
Is there a definition
For the rush of joy
And nostalgia
That makes you hover
3 feet off the ground?
Or, perhaps, there is a definition
For the adrenaline high
You get from a fast-paced, anger filled rock anthem?
There is no way to describe it.
So how then can you define?
Label? Set in stone?
How can you corral a wild mustang?
How can you clip the wing of an eagle?
How can you bottle the wind?
How can you rid the ocean of its power?
These acts are inhuman.
Impossible.
Imprison the mustang, but the spirit is there.
Deprive the eagle of it's joy, but the soul of the hunter still roams free.
Bottle the wind, but the bottle will burst.
The ocean maybe be glassy smooth now,
But the lurking beast waits patiently for the strike.
Music never rests.
Science and petty words cannot contain it.
Because
Music is free.

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