This is from my chapter on music in my Intermission Poetry collection.
I love the outdoors and used to spend my childhood hiking through canyons and rocky plateaus, running down gently rolling hills, or hanging out on the edge of a cliff after exploring a small cave. It was nice growing up backed up to a national park. It made life seem like a fairy tale and unreal. My imagination would go wild and I’d write silly stories about worlds that grew outward.
Once I grew up and fell smack dab into reality. I realized the real world is harsh. I learned it can move slow and boring and sometimes you simply move through the motions without paying attention. You can lose yourself in the hopeless redundancy.
Learn to stop and live. Love the people in your world like their lives matter because in the end that is the only worthy part of a life. The ones you love and the way you love. Emotions, feelings and moments move quickly. People need you present. You need to be present in the world or it does simply move without you.
I can be selfish with my time and my life. My time gets shorter and shorter, and others will see me less and less. That’s when I have to remember to slow down and take it all in.
Slow down and just listen… to the music in the background. Slow down and take it in.
In the Background – Music
Music has always played in the background
Walking down a street, stopping to listen
All the sounds surrounded once I stopped
Looked to the sky to see clouds move and dance
Unrealized pieces to a tune that changes with every movement
Earth spins out a song every single second
Is it three/four or four/four, or two to eight, maybe sixteen, and then back again
Wandered down a road I’d never seen before
Listened to it sing a song I’ve heard before
On replay it sounds pretty good in the background
Then floated down a river
Just to play its instrument
Following every note playing slowly
Then rapidly, across rocks and plants, and life
Just to hear it in the background
Climbed up a mountain
Heard the wind say lyrics written that morning, or ages ago
But the song was sweeter on the breeze
My body fell down pushed over to tears
To the sound roiling across my ears
Rolled to the bottom landing in a glen
Smelled every succulent within
From flowers to grass to barks of unknown trees
Listened to them sing
To the music in the background
The world plays music with slow and melancholy movement
Fasten the pace and it violently booms in a crescendo
You realize it was a passing storm
That will soon slow again to that common refrain
Of music in the background
Have a great day of seeking and searching! 🙂
Goodnight Gracie! 🙂 ❤