Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tears of sadness close to laughter bubble over, indefinable. Music's every emotion enveloped by Love: our every color of existence blessed by beauty, even if bitter-sweet. 'It's all okay', 'It's all okay', cries the woman in distress. 'I am alive, I cry, I die, but I will always, always live. I will always, always be and love, for music, ah, music, I hear. Sweet music I am which IS, beyond all pain, larger than all sorrow, and past who I am alone. When I leave here I join a place, I know a space that Artists know every day: a place to laugh, a place to play, where every pain is a color bright and we are free from every earthly plight. Or am I there already?'