It’s why we make music…
The wind lifts…
The simplest melody breaks the silence…
Delighting chords warm the spirit…
Sparks light up, reflections ripple, out and up…
An intake of breath…
The sharpest tones, orchestrated brass, voices in resounding harmony… full chorus… crescendo… the heights of hope and confident cheer…
Then you grasp the familiar bell and the sound stops… the definite melts… the truth is challenged…
When that’s done, we bow… to the empty space…outside of meaning.
After the lightest brights and saturated colours,
the harmony echos, and the words linger…
The wind lifts…
It’s why we make music.
Jules P Richards 