Joy in Half Notes
The fidder plays, a pied piper,
a half grin on his face
as he leads us all to a dance,
magic in his instrument,
music in his soul,
a foil to the darkness around and in,
joy made of half notes and resin.
About this poem
The woman I love gave me a gift this week, something unexpected and for no other reason than her love for me – a set of wireless Bose earbuds. The quality is extraordinary, and as I play song after song, I am remembering, yet again, the power of music to make us, lift us, and save us.
Go listen to something.
In these times, music may be our best salvation. be well, stay safe.
Music is how the Divine gets through our defenses. It finds a way through darkness and barriers and even our lack of attention. Those ear buds? A truly Bose-dacious gift .