The First Word Blog

I am searching for the source of the feeling you gave me and moved me to tears. The individual notes can be notated and are there for anyone to read in black and white. Your timing can be timed and found to be either slow or fast. The pattern of your voice can be mapped and analysed from every angle for pitch, volume, cadence, and other innumerable qualities but there is nowhere in the melody that gives me the answer. Can colours be expressed by numbers or the subtleties of thought by a machine or the power the music has to stir feelings by a mere theory.

In dreams I seek you out like a spirit guide. Is it only in dreams that we can truly understand each other? You speak to me softly, and with perfect clarity, your carefully chosen words are at once hypnotising and stimulating. You say something, that those of us who listen very hard can hear, like feint voices on the breeze. How can you take hold of my mood and pull it this way and that showing me paths I did not know existed or fear to tread. Did you say, ‘It takes two to know?’

I am waiting for you at the edge of this dream. I found you here before and you showed me all the images that your mind had created so effortlessly. Ideas, associations and sequences streamed from you like a high speed train flashing by, leaving me staring in awe at the station. These thoughts and images sang and buzzed in my mind and I realised that the medium you had then was never enough to express what you saw and felt. In death you are a legend and freed at last from the burden of your flesh, your essence saturates the stars, and if we open and still our minds, and listen ever so carefully, we can still hear feint voices on the astral breeze. Speak to me now.

Feet by Mel Yong http://voices-deep-within.blogspot.com/