Struck

When I hear the purity of sound in a lonely, lovely deeply lit cello...or in some slick renegade underground back beat of electric heart pounding drum or that singular perfect thrumming of falling Icarus guitar (you know that soul sound that makes you feel so insanely happy or beautifully sad)...something inside me holds so still as if I know the world I'm breathing in can't contain anything so beautiful. And its like the essence of time...can't seem to keep its hold on me either. Maybe its not really about the cello...necessarily...I tell myself...everyone has that perfect striking chord, that when its struck makes you feel so alive its almost painful. There is a spiritual clarity in music I find. The music speaks to your spirit before you even know what the musician is really trying to tell you. I recognize the pain, the uncertainty, the pleasure and the sheer humanity by how someone sings a single note. I'll sit and listen to a sound bite of a few seconds ten times over just here U2 sing those two words One Love and he's singing like its that prayer of the sinner laid down and choking in the dirt desolate and hungering for God. I like gospel and the blues (I'm a musical kleptomaniac stealing everything that makes my soul sing) they feel the notes besides just rushing the lyrical out of em...they take their time and make their songs that kaleidoscope of dance too. Strange to think we've been created with all these notes and chords of elegance inside of us....waiting to be struck, or lighted up, or inspired just by a work of art, a kind word or the sound of the stars. I know the stars are silent you say. Or are they?

Sometimes when I'm out walking somewhere with my headphones on...anywhere...headed to someplace and everyplace even in the moonlight..its not the place I'm really trying to get to..not really. I'm really trying to get to God in my own way...I'll walk and pray and lift my heart towards him in the only way I know how. And I know I'm walking too because I like the rhythm of my footsteps...I like just trying to be for once and not trying to become anymore. I'm attempting to be still and maybe all those musical pieces help me find some semblance of peace. There all road signs telling me ahhh....there's the beautiful...there's God working whether I'm listening to Cheryl Crow or Timbaland.