The sounds ... as waves, they come rise up the surface without breaking ... stretching the thin glassy waters to peak and curl, only to drop violently from a height to crash on the receding water underneath it.
White foam glides through a flatter surface, but they carry along with them the power of the earlier collision of waves consumed by the tides ... seduced by the reefs further below.
To kiss the shore, only to retreat and go back to the sea, to meet the tides, the reefs and merge with the next wave breaking.
Like the waves that make the surfer come alive, music touches the soul by captivating the stream of life. It possesses the blood in our veins to flow through in waves.
It sends shivers through every inch of what’s underneath our skin, mapping the whole passageways, merging with the melody that wraps around the body.
One can lay still and yet feel the most alive when listening to music. And the heart can feel more emotions than words can evoke with such language of exquisite beauty.
Who then, would dare say that he is loved without music? Who, can be shameless and say he is unloved when there’s music?
Surely, with eyes closed, one can find God in those symphonies?