© November 29, 2011
I try to sing my heart’s song
But I have forgotten the tune
And I only seem to remember some of the words
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I listen to the music of others
Seeing if they can inspire me
To find the musician
In the chamber of my heart
Playing his “chamber” music
Most of what I hear is just cheap imitation
Samplings of masters dead
But because these maestros are rotting in the ground
The music forever bound to them sounds rotten to my ears
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Hours on end
Days pass into weeks
I flip the stations
From country to rock n roll to metal
Searching for the one song that is mine
That sings my body
Makes it whistle down a nature trail like a flute
Overwhelming me with its musical fragrance
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But all I hear is a dull echo
Of a tune that is too faint to pump my blood
And put a skip in my step
And a smile on my face
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And life without music is a violin without a violinist—
Endless potential to fill the air with butterfly notes
But no wind song to carry them skyward
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LcxYwwIL5zQ
(Zip-A-Dee-Doo Dah song)
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