“One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.” - Bob Marley
Music they say is the nutrition of the soul. I don’t know in general but for mine it is. Music is geometry of sounds and ideas. Aforementioned is a union of grief and delight. It’s a prayer of spirit, fragrance of the mind, and the stimulator of mood. Some value music as the divine smile; others, the dream of fairies.
Music is an untold revelation, a jingle of stars. Flowers chat in tunes. Melody gives meaning to silence and translates a cry of the lonely moon. It is an idiom of heart and the dialect of love. If reading this paragraph throbs your brain, then you can call my words the rhythm of music.
“Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to imagination and life to everything.” - Plato.
Music is a universal language without grammar. One can knit notations but
papers cannot warble. Although the world speaks different languages, it dances to the same tune.
“Music is to the soul what words are to mind.” - Modest Mouse
Only the flute knows singing, not the whole forest. Mines filled with iron can not make one squeak but a string would. It is music that makes the earth euphonious; where aroma of garden, songs of a nightingale and glow of butterflies reflect shades of paradise. I would love heaven even more if fair one’s knew how to sing.
“Without music, life would be a mistake.” - Friedrich Nietzsche
Music is one way of flying without wings. It soares us to heights unknown. It opens unexplored dimensions. Through music we can take a stairway to heaven or highway to hell.
Music is a message of Apollo and a reward by Sarasvatī. It is an alternate magic that writes love letters to be read by ears. Music favors us hugs to long lost friends, soothes babies in wombs and lets us kiss imaginary lovers.
“If music be the food of love, play on, give me access to it; that surfeiting, the appetite may sicken, and so die.” - William Shakespeare
Music at times introduces demons and otherwise, saints. It helps meditate and transcend in hymns. It takes us jogging and accompanies us to the gym. We commute to the office and drive to golf on tunes. We feast with music in restaurants and it also stands by us in dieting. It is a shepherd to pass through festivity and sorrow. Music is a friend that never leaves you alone.
Rumi in his poem culminates:
Where Everything Is Music
Don’t worry about saving these songs!
And if one of our instruments breaks,
it doesn’t matter.
We have fallen into the place
where everything is music.
The strumming and the flute notes
rise into the atmosphere,
and even if the whole world’s harp
should burn up, there will still be
hidden instruments playing.
So the candle flickers and goes out.
We have a piece of flint, and a spark.
This singing art is sea foam.
The graceful movements come from a pearl
somewhere on the ocean floor.
Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge
of driftwood along the beach, wanting!
They derive
from a slow and powerful root
that we can’t see.
Stop the words now.
Open the window in the center of your chest,
and let the spirit fly in and out.
- Jalaluddin Rumi
To be continued.
Ahsan Jamil
Golfer, Author, Poet, Blogger, Entrepreneur, Wanderer.
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