That serenading season claims the spotlight once again. In awe, we gaze up, reminded how ineffectual human noises are. The simple tinkle of dew on a tender leaf, or the whooshing wind as he playfully steals away the drop from his green friend, is the best ensemble ever to grace my fickle ears. The harmonious cacophony, thunder sounds in the great big sky, speaks wiser words than any teacher ever taught. I hear the call, surreal Natures call: join me and lets make music! BUT as soon as those words are aired, they become a part of the air, lost in the entirety of human waste. Lost in the rumpus of industry, in the hullabaloo of war...yet...when the rainy season approaches, those memorable notes beat in the drums of my ears...
soul, rock or rap
Each hum composes melodies
22 September 2013
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