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She had kneeled in the center of the stage with her head tucked under the arm
veils of her elegant gown.
The music would begin like a soft sweet drip of honey, as she began to move like a
dove in a slow motion wind.
For once again she and the music had become one.
And as many times before, she would lose the sense of having an audience.
All in her mind was music and moves.
And no music is a stranger to the dancer.
For there are no foreign moves that the dancer had not moved accross by talent.
And as many years began to pass the dancer began to stiffen, as her ageing had
begun to catch up with her, and she felt the music surpass her.
For she was still the music, yet the music was no longer her.
As her moves began to shorten, the seemingly quick pace of the music would not
move slower with her.
There had been many young dancers of whom had come and gone, yet she had
remained for the love of her talent and the music.
As the moves continued to slowly vanish, they were still in her mind like a bright
summer day, yet at hand they were gone.
And like an annual flower after bloom, she too had become wilted.
Only to die soon.
For her life like a season, had come to quick end.
Therefore, the brilliance in her talent shall live on in those few rare dancers of whom
will one day greet the end, of a blooming seasoned life of a dancer.
And the music a non-living thing, will go on past all dancers, yet to keep dancing
alive.
Copyright@2010 MaryM.McShirley/Kilker
The music is all around you, a form of wave that demands mediums for propagation
Listen to the sounds, melodies, the rhythms encircling around you
A signal sent demanding reception
The rhythms present even in your diversion
Echoing sounds that ascend, descend and circumvent~radiate
Listen and listen good
For you shall receive as you hunger
It shall fill your soul and make you food
It shall also quench your thirst
And make you hunger and thirst even for more
Smooth as you listen
It will unfurl rekindling memories of thoughts, presences and moments of the past, present and the future
Enriching and impregnating as you soar
You demand more for you to twirl
And while twirling you will swirl
For the music is rich with rhythms that constantly vibrates
Moving as you necessitate
Hungry ~unready to terminate but only to help appreciate
Transforming, filling and always prepared to fill the minds of those that are ready to create
Delivering sweet sounding melodies
That align themselves together in synchrony, thoughts and styles rich with pleasant melodies
That are to be received with hearts and arms wide open, minds that are flexible~malleable
For with music there shall be no resistance
But existence
That denotes the presence of things yet to be experienced
And while experiencing the experience, it opens the gate for the newly yet to be experienced
Hence continually echoing in the memories of those that pledge to propagate its progeny
In transparency to the demands and laws of music.
Form:
I was told that as a babe, I would endlessly cry
And nearly drove my Mother out of her mind
No one knew the reason why, as I had loving care
Soon, it was discovered that music brought much relief
During early childhood, learning to play the piano
A true delight to the nuns, who then gave me lessons- free
Later, singing with choirs at different stages of life
I was known to forego more pressing things than music
I found then as I do today, music still accentuates my moods
My spirit cliings to notes as climbing scales
That reach quite unimaginable heights
Which brings me to my feet or invite unabashed tears
In the darkest of times when sadness reigns
When joy is unrestrained; or solitude embrace
Through moments of serenity and various shadings of time
Music, like life's blood flows, brings all that I need
There was a time in my teens, I could easily choose a favorite genre
My tastes have since broadened and I relish many more
I still listen to Luther and my heart melts to his soulful tone
And when I hear Casting Crowns, my soul craves angels' wings
Andrea Boccelli and Il Divo with their operatic pop
Bring a smorgashbord of emotions from canyons within
'Though this is no fact, just my humble imagination, I believe
Music is life and life is music; that neither will ever come to an end
Both will keep refining, reaching that source of perfection
God's animated creation, it seems, bears musical notes
Together, intrinsically designed to sustain and evolve
~*~
I like Crowd and like it in abundance
But not the one you like
Your Crowd has noise and noises only
Without any beauty & Music of its own.
Your Crowd is a gathering without elegance and Beauty,
It's a bunch of bodies without rhythm, music, thrill of life and Love,
It's a group of sad or shouting faces without the glimmer of peace & love,
It hardly has any smile, which can fill us with the hope of life and Love.
The mind and heart of your Crowd is neither calm, quite, nor unpolluted
If you want to feel and enjoy the silent Music and eternal beauty of a Crowd
Go to a Lake or a river or a mountain brook
Or go near a serene water stream, on a mountain top.
Here you will find in abundance
The free children of Mother Nature
Dancing with the joy of eternal beauty and love
And singing their songs with each gush of winds.
They will greet you amid the blowing wind
As if, they thrills-up by just beholding others
And raise their heads with love and eternal joy
While singing the song of unheard melodies.
Each gush of wind touch them to bloom
The showering rays of Sun, move them to smile
In the company of their dancing friends
By seeing them only you will bloom like a lotus
Amid the Crowd of singing and dancing flowers.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Written sometimes back originally in Hindi language
Kanpur 16th November 2009
You almost have to be from New Orleans to understand
the mixture of the music that wails throughout the city,
It's zydeco, jazz, Cajun, classical, rhythm and blues
any combination from which you can pick and choose.
Fats Domino and Huey 'Piano' Smith live down the street
along with Harry Connick Jr, Ronnie Kole and Mac Rebenack.
Mac came to record one day missing a finger, laid down his guitar
took up piano and called himself Dr John.
You can't stop the music in New Orleans. You can't stop the musicians.
They are the soul of the city and the only time they hang up their ax
is when it's time to eat a hot plate of Red Beans and Rice, boiled crayfish,
hot boiled crabs, shucked oysters and thin fried catfish . Yum Yum
When Fats was playing in New York he called Mrs Leah Chase and said,
"Send me a hot shrimp po-boy and toast the bread crispy!"
That po-boy was on the next plane headed to the big apple.
Hence the song, "Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans"
Every bar of which there are many, too many perhaps, has music
and every establishment has excellent entertainment or they're fired.
A known New Orleans fact is "You cannot have music without food"
Hence, Soul Music and Soul Food, wipe your hands, let's dance!
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Contest: Soul Tunes
Sponsor: Kristen Bruni
I'm not about to reveal to you anything about my age,
But I grew up when big band music was all the rage -
When romantic tunes were heard while dancing cheek to cheek.
The noise called "music" today sounds to me like so much Greek!
Ah, to be gliding to the melodic airs of Buddy Morrow,
Holding your sweetie close as if there was no tomorrow!
Or swinging and swaying to the music of Sammy Kay;
With that special girl you could dance the night away!
There'll never be another "wunerful" Lawrence Welk again,
Playing his sparkling renditions with the bubbly champagne!
The band with the distinctive sound that will live forever,
Is that of Glenn Miller, performing brilliantly with each endeavor!
The car radio on, a mellow moon, your honey by your side,
Listening to tunes by Harry James, a kiss could not be denied!
Or in the drug store sipping sodas, the jukebox near at hand,
Listening to Tommy Dorsey and his incomparable band!
The rap, hard rock and metal bands that today are all the rage,
Will be long forgotten as youths today reach a ripe old age!
But the music of the big band era will retain its fascination,
To be remembered and replayed by each ensuing generation!
Entry for Kristen Bruni's "Soul Tunes" Contest
Dreams cannot be stolen, only given.
Music is my seed, by being.
Every pulse, beat, twitch, tingle, and thought, forms a song.
My body sings to me.
An artist hears their song, and transforms it into reality.
Like a blind man on piano keys, or BB King unknowingly playing the guitar perfectly.
Music is my seed.
Like Sachmoe's cheeks, or the riffs in Ela Fitzgearld's voice.
The breeze behind Goapelle's "closer to my dreams".
I can only imagine the battle in the home of the Georgia peach, or
slave's singing hymn's to cover the pain behind cotton seeds.
This inspiration knows me.
A love so deep, yet hidden behind dollar signs, cause kids gotta eat.
Wealth is desired, but music is used to celebrate success, to honor one's dreams.
I use music as my seed.
I use high hat's, guitar strings, and bass beats to electrically jump start me.
The sax, piano keys, and trumpet to motivate me sexually,
while stimulating mentally.
A banjo and harmonica to enjoy the country, as I travel cross country.
The vibrations of car windows to release the strain and tension of the streets.
Music is my seed, my being.
The life force allowing me to dream..
A connection with god only expierenced by a lover of music,
connecting like maternity.
Form:
A Harvest of Music
The orchestra gathered under the dome
Audience awaiting the pure joy to come.
Descending silence alerting the senses.
Arrive the maestro, and magic commences.
Trombone and trumpet burst forth with feeling.
Explosion of sound, set senses reeling.
Tuba and French horn now adding their voice,
Uniting as one to delight and rejoice.
Soft music flowing, a leaf in a stream,
Catching the ear in a heavenly dream,
Rising and soaring, empowered of wings,
A dream maker's touch and violin sings.
With long curving bow caressing the strings,
Hair hiding her face, an angel, she brings
The music of angels, rafters invading
Haunting blue notes from cello cascading.
Clarinet cadenza, clear fluid tones
Tugging the heartstrings, embracing the bones.
Filling the dome, ethereal splendour
Fading away, celestial wonder.
Percussion take hold, no longer hidden
Cymbals and side drum do as they're bidden,
Crashing and booming, sound finding its berth
Pulling the listener back down to the earth.
Thunderous applause with standing ovation.
The crowd full of rapture capture elation,
A feast for the soul, a prayer with no word
A harvest of music, to honour the Lord.
Paramore lead singer Hayley Williams is the best female rock star of all time. She has
beautiful red hair. As a matter fact, she's not bad for a beautiful attractive redhead.
Her music is so wild, so entertaining, it's like going to a rock music festival in West
Hollywood, CA. I love the way she rocks the stage, even when Paramore's on tour. As of
now, I find Hayley Williams very attractive, and she's kind of cute for a redhead. I've
got one Paramore CD, Riot, but not the other two, but I've also seen all Paranore music
videos, and all four (4) of them are, "That's What You Get," "Ignorance,"
"Crushcrushcrush," and "Misery Business." Hayley's awesome and talented, compare to all of
the female rock stars. If I were to go to a Paramore concert, and I had a backstage pass,
the only person I'd like like to meet is the lead singer of Paramore, Hayley Williams.
She's got a future in being one of the legendary female rock stars soon, and I hope she
gets inducted into the rock and roll hall of fame in the near future. She's got real
potential. If I see Hayley Williams in person, then I'd ask her out on a date, even though
she already has a boyfriend. What a wonderful rock star she is.
...SOUL TUNES...
Regret. It sounds like a drum roll...
Sweat prickling down my forehead,
Leaving the stage now a tempting idea,
There it is…Tuba? Sax? Trumpet!
Outshine? No, just survive is the new goal!
Twice it calls out. Run? Instead,
One arms sweeps, then the other, yeah!
The music sounds, and my body responds.
Don't think. Don't fret. Don't Agonize.
The guitar enters with growing tempo,
Tap. Tap. Kick. Sweep. Tap. Kick. Stomp.
A smile forms, back straightens, arms grow confident.
This is where I belong, that's what I realize.
The tapping increases, and the music begins to slow,
The skirt swirls around as I spin and the stage I tromp,
My feet and music fuse and I can’t help but feel self confident.
Halfway through? Oh my...already?
I am the music now. We are one. Not separate sounds anymore.
Swoosh goes the skirt. Taptaptap. Kick. Stomp. Taptaptap. Kick. Heel.
The trumpets announce the end. Spin slowly.. Arms up. Hold.
My smile broadens. Careful. Keep steady. Steady.
Applause! Powerful, loud…The music I most adore!
It’s not the sounds…But what they make you feel.
Shhh. Just hear it. Let your ears be your eyes and behold.
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