On Music

Ah, most beautiful In this World is Music Best language to learn. A prime, universal Connection To, and for, all Life and Living From without, and within. As authors, from the heart’s breath in each of us Playing out our diverse humankind… To throughout the all of Nature Seen, and unseen... Our musics travel on the wisest sacred roads of breath Without which, all could come to saddened end As Nature listens, in tune, giving back in kind. Returning with winds, waters, fires, and spirits As the fledging grand carriers Throughout nature’s kingdoms Playing tunes for all to hear... Asking for no ticket, no fee required. Music... magic, moving in mysterious Yet identifiable, secret ways With all at it’s command Not just to create But also to find-as-found As an each note, or many, lying within Physical, mental, and spiritual Actions, emotions, and nutrition's… For the best, and worst, to manifest Into their own Beingness. Whether in place... In transitioning below, and/or above Frequency, and dimension. In the utter simplicity As part of a note To the most complex symphony Laid out before us Music delights, mystifies, tortures, pains Relaxes, celebrates, uplifts, and comforts. Within It lies the order and scope of mathematics As well as a leading indicator In support to, and for query, into mystical outer areas Even into the Beyond Understanding Complex. Yay, even to entering and abiding, within Chaos itself. It’s octaves stretch off into eternitys Waiting to be grasped and used-at-will Repeatedly or in parts, combined, or separated Broken, or whole. It wanders freely fields mystic, and grand To be found as a note, a hum, a whistle A poem, jingle, hymn Sonnet, chorus, or single verse. It greets life arriving And leaving Beginning, and ending. It is a conversation, and a brand A kind, and a spirit... Enslaving, and yet free. It’s fickle, and sweet It heats, and cools It sells, and costs. It owns, and shares It heals, and sickens It earns, and breaks. It draws, and scatters It can be elusive, yet found Warning, and celebrating. Oh, how it can drift, and centralize As it announces, and hides. It misleads, and leads. We’ve heard it’s true, and false It warms, and chills It hides, and finds. It seeks, and travels Resting in common, and strange places. Best of all, Music abides. So, for just the asking, ask As waiting within lies it’s vast complexity Hiding many times in utter simplicity. Supporting highest virtue or utter depravity It honors the best, and the worst Most of all, it comforts to need. Music should be the first language offered Taught in home and school First as fun, then as science Then art, and then, philosophy. Each to their own learning And, becoming wise into greater understanding There, not resting, to progress further. Yes, give us free voice, to sing Open ears, to appreciate in listening Hands, to write, compose, and play. All art is lessened without it No life can truly live Really alive... without it. For the less of it The less connection to music with the all in All Each, becomes diminished. Stay therefore true to that what is... the best of all A singing path, well worth following Adding new verses as found, true to your own Self. So be it.