The music plays.....without instruments.....without notes.....without sound.
Wrapping around us, crescendos of majesty mixed with dark deep wails.
Silent sounds playing invisible bars only our hearts, our souls can hear.
The music of our lives. The marching strains of victory. The blues of defeat
Like a haunting movie our lives play out to the sound of background music
we are only marginally aware of, and none but us will ever hear or appreciate/
Now, sit back. Relax. Bring to mind all the memorable moments of your life
When you were young and the all the world was yours, and love was new.
Can you hear it....music of love dancing through your mind with your first love
And how the melody changed when it ended, as you thought you would end also
The solace our wounded hearts, wounded pride found in those secret melodies
Music no radio ever played, as you drove through joy and pain, ups and downs
When you finally grew up, found your true love, you needed no music to dance
The melody raced through your head, and the voices of angels sang the words
And then when just sitting quietly, holding each other softly in peaceful bliss
each heartbeat plucked its own chord of soulful sounds only you could hear.
Then there was the time you did that dangerous thing you'll never, never do
But while you were doing it, you heard the silent music urging you ever onward.
Nursery rhymes and children's songs as you carried your newborn child home
The blues and the hymns reverberating through you in those times of great loss
Now time has passed and your life has chosen a path to walk for a while
Ah...but now...what music plays for you now in the moments of your life
The music we hear...or fail to hear anymore...is the meaning of our life
Is the silence deafening. Does the music of your heart, your soul, make you cry
Or do you sing joyfully with the voices of angels with the dawn of each new day
The melodies that play for you are your own....the music of your own soul
Orchestrate your life so the music you hear is that of your own true heart
You alone are the real and true writer and conductor. The arrangement is yours.
Never let it be drowned out by the sounds of needless strife and meaningless life
Tomorrow is a new day..........Come, take my hand.............Let the music begin.
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