It's About the Music

It's no surprise that I am a huge fan of music. It's a paint filled canvas of emotion and each song provides the brush strokes for the final picture. I'm also a fan of poetry and have written quiet a bit over the years more for my own enjoyment than anything.

I had been going through some old writing and found one that I did back in 2007 after seeing Dead Can Dance in concert at the Hollywood Bowl during a beautiful starry night. Needless to say, I was a bit inspired, so here it is.

Dead Can Dance Poem

In the meadow of night,
the stars flickered and hung
like souls set aloft
on the wings of musical bliss.

Music hung in the air wrapped around-
clung to the very corners of our ears-
bliss on bliss
the very fabric of lyrical intricacy.

Drums thrummed and hummed
and we danced in our heads.
Set free to roam the world
and travel within time itself.

Then brought down to earth once more,
wrapped in layers of melody.
Curled up in the cocoon of timelessness.
Slept in the womb of violins.

We sang in silent tongues
as voices pure as angels soared.
In that we many were caught in awe
and given a gift without measure.



For good measure, here's some Dead Can Dance to listen to just to provide better insight on why I was moved so much: