We Are Free

The music washes over me

healing me

restoring me

comforting me

connecting me

to the bounty

that is you and me.

We are free

to be 

as we

were meant to be

 

We are free...

The Sacred Symphony of Sisterhood

for Lindsay Lee

The sacred

symphony of 

sisterhood:

 

Songs of strength

and the soothing sounds

of silliness and celebration

Music to My Ears: The Beauty of Living in a Fairly Small Town

I jump in my car at 3:30 p.m.

and head towards downtown

on a Sunday.

I arrive at 3:45 and park in the back

of the theatre

for free.

I walk in the front door,

purchase my $10 ticket with cash

and head inside to find a seat

for the 4:00 concert

in the general admission venue.

I grab a seat in the front row

with no problem

and settle in for the show.

I enjoy the big band's big sound

and head to the ladies' room

during the final song of the program

and encounter absolutely no wait

for a stall.

I drive home and experience

no chaotic traffic jams

of any kind

and arrive with a smile.

For What It’s Worth

When a musician dies,

I read about them

and learn about their story.

I buy one of their records.

I want to honor their life,

and their work,

and their life's work;

their life's worth.

Movement

I take a deep breath.

My eyes tear up.

Goosebumps appear.

I press "repeat" on the stereo.

(Music)

Music

makes

the moment.

Esquivel, Jobriath and Peggy Lee

Every musical discovery

is a treasure chest, an uncovering,

of riches and recovery.

Music, a Must

We must make time

for music.

We must carve out

moments to

unburden

ourselves --

from traffic,

and schoolwork,

and deadlines,

and debt --

to close our eyes 

and sink into the sympathy of a symphony

or dance in delight (or defiance),

as the pressures

of the day fade

into the corner,

if only for an hour.

Riches

Every record,
every album in my collection
is another nugget
in my pot of gold.