posted on December 5, 2015 at 8:16 pm

Photo on 5-12-15 at 7.23 PM

its saturday evening 7.38.30


my head is filled with songs

the songs are filled with words

all those words rush through you

the songs become a part of you

they show you how things could be

the songs are small worlds that collide and shatter

the songs mean nothing yet they mean everything

the people who wrote them had glimpsed some peak

these words these instruments

some clever dreamer dreamed all that up

carefully put together to invoke a personal beauty

intangible beauty the most beautiful of all

the ambiguity therefore means everything

what you dont know half/half with what you do

buried undercurrents you may barely perceive

everything is carefully chosen for its own effective utility

no one can understand every aspect of it at once

some things are brought near while others are now distant

we feel many feelings at the same time

the next bit always modifies the last

then all songs must end in silence

and in that silence the song will ring on

and the silence will still be filled by the song

in the wake of the song comes the hit of intrigue

intrigue and a sense of deep wonder

yes in such a universe where songs like this exist a god could also exist

in the effulgence of the songs passing the echo of our own loves

when you suddenly fall head over heels for a song

the words with music side by side

some man or woman with the enchanting voice

some players who coax a heaven from their strings and keys

some drummers who detect the pulse of the song and deliver it outward

marvellous song about all sorts of stuff

containing prayer innuendo rant sonnet whisper ode and neruda

the song meticulously crafted from the silence before it was created

song of true longing song of triumph song of losses

song of blue mountain song of green sea song of soft skin

song of laughing and crying song of arrival and leaving

song of perpetual war and hellfire heat seeker

somehow though it never seems to reveal what you thought it should

so you get up once again to put it back on

you hit rewinding the tape or the disc or the hardest drive

and you have to listen one more time

what is the nature of this enchantment

and who first handed mankind this otherworldly gift

and who even knows how to define what it is that we want from it anyway..?

therefor a good song will always remain a sealed enigma


2015 at 8.12 pm





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