There are songs for your ear.
Open your heart and you’ll hear
There’s a rhythm to dance
Har-mo-ny to enchant.
There’s a song here for you
So, whatever you do
Let the rhythm set you free.
Feel the harmony and be.
There’s a song here for you
There’s a song here for me
There’s a song here to sing.
Let this song set you free.
There’s are songs everywhere,
Songs of love in the air.
There are songs for your care –
There’s a song everywhere.
Music can be a transformative experience.
Suppose God’s voice,
the song of the planet,
is well beyond your mere words
and small means of personality,
of your economics, of your politics,
of your culture.
Hear the song of the cicadas
in the colors of the sunset,
the wind lightly rippling the water’s surface,
the drums beating in the park,
the dog wanting your love.
In all the moments
and sensations of this evening,
The mirror surface, now, on the pond
reflects all the sky and evening trees,
An Indian man turns and says, “Hello”
Are you listening to this song
calling you to this dance of the Earth?
Pastel shades of blue
painted on the panorama ‘fore my eyes
Oh, Magenta, red, and aqua rainbows
fill the sky just like some rhyme –
Am I dreaming songs of love?
Am I always wondering why?
Is it truth or is it passion
that fills my heart and overflows my mind?
Open now and hope forever,
My heart is on the line:
a deeper shade of color,
and this dancer spinning to some unknown time –
I can be this heart within
and I do answer for my own time
as the poet lives within these wings
and this dancer with the mystery unwinds–
Oh, this trembling uncertainty,
wanting a place
to voice my feelings
in this chaotic seeming world.
I follow my heart.
I follow my dream,
as the gibbon moon crosses
high in the sky –
I dream of beauty and love.
A voice out of somewhere asks:
What have you to give songsmith?
I reply that
I am finding my voice
and bringing you my harmonies
in this disharmony,
I am the song in the wind,
the sun on your face,
the love in your heart,
the rhythm in your dance,
the dream in your spirit,
It was a dark night. I was feeling detached and tired as I listened again to my still small voice within; it said,” Go in and sing with her”. I picked up my guitar and songbook, and went in and asked her if we could sing together. Her answer was an affirmative “yes”, though I knew she was shy and embarrassed about her own singing voice because in growing up her family had poked fun at her singing voice.
Nonetheless, I started with a rendition of “When the Saints Go Marching In”. She had shared that that song was the last song in a funeral orchestration that her best friend had put together for her own last rites. That song was heartily sung by everyone in the service, sending her friend rousingly into eternity. I was moved by that story recounted to me by her and her other friend when they returned from the service.
After that song I followed it with a song I had written specifically for Nancy called “Nancy’s Song”. She loved it and I sang a few more songs out of my songbook with her. All her agitation and moodiness (she has dementia) melted like butter with the music. After a few songs she began to talk about experiences with her family growing up, and I recounted experiences with my family, growing up in Detroit. It was heart to heart conversation. It was truly breakthrough in relationship at least for the moment.
This story and experience illustrates what music is to me. First it is a tool I use to free myself from my logical, left brain. Music can often free us emotionally and from stress. I believe that music is both an avenue from and to divine spirit or consciousness. I don’t limit this to one particular religion. Lastly, I believe music connects us to our own deeper self, to each other, and to Source or to God. This is what music is to me.
This is what I love, my passion. What is your passion?
2017 is just in its infancy, and I’m embarking on creating a new music CD, and what’s coming up is this inner voice of holding on and self-criticism which is saying that what who I am and what I’m doing “is not good enough”. I say to it, “Enough”. It’s been a challenging time caring and working with someone, but I’m on the other side of that assignment, and it feels good and I can acknowledge myself and her for the time spent. Rather than the critical thinking and self-criticism from my early conditioning in growing up, I am practicing love, self-acknowledgement and acknowledgement of others more in my life this year. This will move me ahead on my music project and in my life this year.
Criticism has been a familiar aspect of the American social environment, especially in its blatant exposure in last year’s political race and beyond. I don’t believe criticism helps to heal or unite us personally or socially, rather it divides us up culturally, racially, economically, or in other ways. It lifts up one point of view and downgrades and attempts to discredit another. That is not what I believe or will stand for.