17 Dec

Music moves through my head
like the clear, sweet water of a gentle
stream. Meanders. Ripples, then
falls hush. Returns and laughs
as it tickles stones living in its
flow…stones of curiosity worn
smooth by eighty years of wonder
and wondering.

The notes, birthed by a long sought
Mystery, rise from somewhere deep
within the internal universe, playfully
position themselves to become ballad
then blues, Beethoven then Beyonce,
eclectic, engaging notes that warm the
cold places of rational necessity.

How lovely, these life sustaining melodies
ascending from one faint star in the universe
of myself. I receive them as gift and hum
them with gratitude.

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