Some writers, who I admire for their organizational skills, compile their own set lists. Others stick with classical landscapes, or mystical requims. A few have favorite cds/pandora radio stations that they tune into to turn on the muse. Portals of song and sound to transport them, and their characters, into the next beginning.
And sometimes we let silence sing the song. But we rarely lose the melody.
There's always some tune humming through my head. A comforting note that rings true, building and filling the space of my mind. Like warmth settling into weary bones, it wraps around me and aids a shaking hand or dries an unshed tear. A gathering accompaniment for any occasion.
I move slowly. I'm cautious with my steps, though I often react quickly or speak before formulating where the words may fall. But my movements, while not always full of grace (oh, ok, hardly ever), are made with determined and thought out follow-through.
The melody keeps me on point. It sings to me when I stumble and raises me up from the times I crawl.
Today is full of song. As my oldest puppy heals from the most traumatic event of an age, I find comfort in the sounds that slip behind the veil. In the future, and the songs that I have yet to hear -- the notes that have yet to be sung.
Because music doesn't ever fade. It may evolve and shapeshift its form, but it's always there. Inside of us, simmering, just waiting to sing out.
Today's word is: ennoble
image: Melissa A.Vines Photography