After American Idol tonight (and I did miss having Allison there! I’m listening to her and to Adam now.) I sat down to write why music brings tears to my eyes when it is either played or performed well; why sometimes it overwhelms me in joy or sadness, why it controls the controller. I’ve never been able to express it – and I don’t think I did this time either… Not into poetry, click down to the videos below, I love them, one is calming, one filled with real life emotion.
Music History
It is my history,
music played or sung well
takes hold of my
emotions
has its way
leaves me spentmatters not
joy, sadness, apathy
it all pulls tugs jerks
surrounds tightens expels
captures then discards my soul,I am saddled by knowledge
my world is incomplete
without musician/singers
for
such sounds will
never
float hammer spout
shout fall cascade from
my
vocal chords
fingertips lungs….could that be why
so many days
I sit in silence,
shoulder TV’s distant drone?
why once music breaks through
it is allowed to repeat
until my eyes refuse to follow
commands of heart?why I
can not
form words to express
music’s power
to charm heat escalate
cajole calm support my soul?MeeAuraphie
05/12/09
Prompt: my life
Edited below to add 2nd video, paste oops the first time.
