Posted in art, poetry, writing Moved Posted on December 13, 2014December 13, 2014 by SHE'S IN PRISON Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailPinterestPrintMoreTumblrLinkedInRedditPocketLike this:Like Loading... Author: SHE'S IN PRISON Poetry and music. View All Posts
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Hi Leanne, thanks for this wonderful piece, I am similar, and always have music playing within my being, sometimes it comes out, and I sing it, which gets some fairly weird reactions from the public around me. I remember once being on the phone to a friend, with a Schubert piano trio being played loudly next door, and hearing my friends voice saying Charles you have stopped talking, you are singing! Best wishes and blessings Charles.
Ive had similar interactions. My sister once asked me of I was even aware that I was singing! Thanks so much for reading and for sharing your experience. Cheers!
I assure you that it does – and more – to the point where the music mustn’t be interrupted, for any reason. For this I am called many things; not the least of which is ‘rude’.
I don’t care. If they had anything half as glorious to say as the music I’m listening to, I might be inclined to listen to them, as well…
But they don’t…
I understand what you mean. Sometimes there’s nothing to say. All we need to do is listen.
Yes, sometimes only music can speak the emotions. Today I have Prokopiev’s Romeo and Juliet rumbling through my heart.
Music is the art of the soul