Give Me Music

An', as [music] blowed an' blowed, I often looked up at the sky an' assed meself the question-- what is the stars, what is the stars? Juno and the Paycock Sean O'Casey Our sacred choir prepares a new anthem which, in summary, goes: I have the deep soul blues today, so Give Me Music. This troubles me because Music erupts from within, more primal than a commodity to be delivered on command. What is wrapped and presented from outside we may hear only as voices with rhythm and harmony and unresolved dissonance-- but all these together are not yet our enchanting music muse fully investing infesting musing through us. Choral inside resounded music, resonate through all four voices, sharing our deep-rooted muse, blues soul longing to speak and dance music of the stars, To come home again where we have always shared soul belonged inducing peace. Sacred choirs do not usually demand of matriarchal Earth, Give Me Music! More likely we invite experience of more resilient inside dancing muses healing like anciently redundant starlight. I feel angst in soulful mourning that cannot be healed through commanding Give Me Music or anything else, for that matter. But, loss does invite deeper experience of resonance and small bits of creatively digestible resolving dissonance to feel better about absence of remembering What is our starlight soul but well-sung dance enlightening solidarity? If we are asking Earth to heal us with the Muse of starlight mystery, then, indeed, Give Us Music's full harvest blowed an' blowed.