(cello portrait by: Christa-S-Nelson)
To be a musician is a curse. To not be one is even worse. –Jazz trumpeter Jack Daney
(cello portrait by: Christa-S-Nelson)
To be a musician is a curse. To not be one is even worse. –Jazz trumpeter Jack Daney
seconds
less than a minute
time it takes to cross threshold
from one room to another
life changes
voice stolen
gone
unexpected words
spoken in anger
have power to stop any motion
power to steal any utterance
vocalization
a thing of the past
articulation arrested
stunted
swallowed in disbelief
frantic heartbeat
racing thoughts
no sound escapes lips
seared together
saliva fled along with speech
flaming cheeks
follow flash of insight
no rebuttal will be justly heard
knowledge of necessary decision
crystal clear
in order to save
authentic self
Mother earth’s frequency
heartbeat of a drum
awaken soul memories
using ancient tradition
recall earlier time
simplicity of beliefs
every living being carries a song within
use the drums to release
magical musical melodies
consecrate sacred space
musical ritual
protect peaceful place
detect
accept
connect
song of reverence
shake, rattle, drum
Mother earth’s frequency
da – dum
da – dum
da – dum