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Old 16-09-2020, 08:52 AM
Joe Mc Joe Mc is offline
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The Instrument

He played a tune
On his perfect violin

Living things
Remembered
Made his fingers move

Hard days
He began to smile

Soft days blowing
Down memories laneway
Riddling him awhile

Why a wooden thing
Should outlive its master
And why he hadn’t yet
Mastered a wooden thing

Faintly, then it sprang to mind
That he was an instrument of
The Divine
Something that would go on
Forever
And reach far back in time
Just a bellow, bow, string
Or key of a harmony emerging
From the ocean of the unseen
A vibrating light
Shimmering under
a pale horizon

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Old 16-09-2020, 02:40 PM
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beautiful..
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Old 17-09-2020, 01:46 AM
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Hey Joe..

Ah the instrument and the heart.

Any ear will do, just listen to the sound and how it moves through you.

The beat, the melodies, the lyrics, the feelings.....

Life is like music.

There will be music on the other side too as here is there and everywhere.

For those with an ear ( heart) to hear.
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Old 17-09-2020, 05:11 AM
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beautiful..

Thank you and greetings

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Old 17-09-2020, 05:20 AM
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Hey Joe..

Ah the instrument and the heart.

Any ear will do, just listen to the sound and how it moves through you.

The beat, the melodies, the lyrics, the feelings.....

Life is like music.

There will be music on the other side too as here is there and everywhere.

For those with an ear ( heart) to hear.

Thanks for the very nice heartfelt reminder. Yes at a very fundamental and heartfelt level we are music. Here on earth we often hear the music that has been lost, we uncover it again within ourselves. We sing for no good reason, simply because we can. You have reminded me also of these very nice lines from the poet WB Yeats, who said,

"O chestnut tree, great rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance? "

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