sounds that you hear what you feel
quiet city plays
I am in awe of the concept of music.
I was up early this morning. It was quiet. Gray outside, slowly getting brighter.
Quiet City by Aaron Copland was playing as I had my morning coffed.
The bond between the music, my emotions and my physical surroundings was surreal.
I do not understand how music like this is even thought up let alone written down.
How do Copland, Mozart and Ellington do that?
I was taken out of myself and this world for a few minutes of something beyond words.
Are there words? Maybe I don’t know them yet.
After almost 60 years maybe this is the best explanation for reading and wanting to read I have ever come up with.
My search for words.
As for the music. I can’t write it. I can’t play an instrument. I can enjoy it. Isn’t that enough.
As for moments like this, I don’t they can be planned, they can only happen.
This was came to end when my youngest son got up.
He can’t go through a doorway without slamming it.
He cannot take a shower without singing and whistling.
He cannot have breakfast with making a fruit smoothie with his rocket blender.
So much for quiet. But for a short time I was in my civilized world.
Clarence Day wrote, ” The more I thought about it, the less I wanted to be a civilized man. After all, I had had a very light lunch, and I was tired and hungry. What with fingernails and improving books and dancing school, and sermons on Sundays, the few chocolate éclairs that a civilized man got to eat were not worth it.”
Maybe not chocolate éclairs but the moment of this morning was worth it.