AWAY

When words stumble, music transforms, speaking art and memory with an inexplicable grace far past description, wisdom and philosophy.

AWAY

there are times in my day i just have to stop and get away

away from the noise

away from the hurt

away from a world of too little that struggles in a world of so much

and from all the what could be

or isn’t going be

i just want to close my eyes

music takes me there like a friend

remembering things

good things

the grateful pleasures

like faces of friends from when i grew up

what they looked liked then and fond memories of stuff we did

and these living years

especially family and those closest to me

who evoke a flooding of tears

but there’s a sad mentation as well

some hurtful moments

things that left deep heart wounds

tempered some by years

but still they mumble in the recesses

yes those as well

but in all of it

it’s music that can soothe me

settle me

like nothing else

a warm soaking bath

the one time I can’t listen is when I’m sick

and only the quiet brings comfort to me

I guess in a way silence becomes a lovely music

not voices

nor people

no sounds

all muted in a melodious stillness

it’s there that my soul finds rest

my heart calms and beats slower

and music

in its mystical way for me

as Vonnegut on music offered

is proof of God

that He is near

and this feeling in me

the only real joy in me

is God singing away