Morning Music

How can a bird fly without sky,
a fish swim in sand,
a light make sense expect to be shown?
How can the world function 
without music?
I woke this morning dry and vacant,
confined to the boundaries of sameness.
Today will look like yesterday
which is a forecast of tomorrow.
In a thoughtless effort to block out the painful
silence in my spirit, I stuck
pieces of what plastic in my ears,
tapped a musical note symbol on the
electronic device that both links me to and
separates me from reality, and
felt a vibration in my soul, the sound
of flood water coursing through the
dry river bed, rounding the bend,
exploding into playful gurgles and
clapping waves of delight.
My body moved.
My heart moved.
The curtain went up in my mind and there
was the symphony, on stage, in a crescendo
of harmonies and mystical magic.
May the God of soul cleansing,
life awakening music
know that one individual stands this morning
with arms raised to the sky
in gratitude and awe.
Thank you, Song of my Soul, for music.