a music moment
I have probably been sitting in front of my laptop with each finger poised above its appointed letter for about 15 minutes, watching the digital white page and the scattered date I managed to type above. I’m thinking about the music I was just playing, the person I was just with, the notes I was singing, the feeling I felt, the laughter that leapt out of our mouths, the ideas we expressed. I love this new experience, this new being, this energy that I’m sculpting expression with, and honestly, I am almost taken aback by it, as in, the way she operates and the way she thinks. I like it.
I can anticipate the dreamer in me returning, conceptualizing ideas with please, bouncing ideas off of her, exploring our styles, our sounds, our voices. This thing, this group, this whatever-you-wanna-call-It can be something beautiful; it can really grow and be abundant; us then pregnant with songs we give birth to in candlelight under night sky falling.
Music musique mizik. I can feel it live inside of me, light glowing, pulsating deep down. I feel it- wanting to get out. Once it does it’s an intoxicating cloud that engulfs me. Or to put in other words-a cloud that hugs me, it wraps around me-lifts me and takes me somewhere
else.
Writing about it makes me want to experience it. Unfortunately my eyelids are drooping and my words are drying up….perhaps it’s time for bed.
