Music, Oh The Music Poem by Daniel Brick

Music, Oh The Music

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Is MUSIC a window or a door?
Consider both choices carefully
because metaphor has never been
more perilous than at this moment.
Do not answer brusquely, do not
prevaricate. Neither extreme helps us.
Let your mind become many minds:
Let each one do what it does best
to resolve this issue in multiple harmonies.

If music is a window...
you can step back, in fact you must.
You have yourself made music, both
creating it and listening to it, a sacred
activity, one that partakes of the Eternal.
You imagined that reality, you have lived
according to it. So be it. Step back: the window
is an abyss. The music pours forth from it, and
envelops you in its sound, its beauty, its glory.

So, we say music is a window. What follows
from that metaphor? Notice the window is always
open, there is neither glass nor screen. No curtain
hangs there to be pulled across its openness.
Consider that openness an essential aspect of music.
It flows everywhere and in every time. Nothing in nature
or artifice can stop or stall its constant flow.
And when you sleep in darkness, if your heart is open,
music will blend with your dreams and make night radiant.

Over a very long stretch of time, not measured
according to earthly standards, music will enter
your Self. You can walk freely ever you choose.
Music will abide within you, because it is a faithful
thing and loves your fidelity. Yes, music is a sentient
thing, a spiritual being. It has never been just noise
to you, not even colored noise, certainly not the racket
of the world which promises what only music can deliver:
Harmony, Melody, Rhythm, Grace Notes, Variations.

Sit down in a chair, the most comfortable one.
There's time to fix coffee if you're inclined to
its smoky aroma and taste. Music is never impatient,
it is never jealous or mean. I will tell you a great
secret: Music is the moral image of what you must become.
You have given to music the only thing it desires:
that you listen in the depths of your being, wrapped
in sounds pouring through the window into your being.
Over time you become the music. YOU ARE ATTUNED....

* * * *

What if you say, MUSIC is a door, not a window?
You are accustomed to music coming to you.
Across a space of silence, it pierces the air
with an arrow of sound that reaches you unerringly
from its source. What is that source? Do you expect
a single answer? Is it possible something so vast
can be summed up in a dozen words? Maybe, maybe not.
But if you see music as a door, get up from your chair,
because you have already embarked on your journey.

Walk through that space electric with music's passage.
Music moves ahead of you, and you hear what you need
to hear: Mahler's DAS LIED VON DER ERDE, PARSIFAL,
CARRE, Monteverdi's VESPERS OF 1610. Walking takes
no effort.You are rapt by Beethoven's STRING QUARTET
OPUS 131. Its pitch rays and sound clouds launch
your flight. Come, it is time. The Muse calls you.
The Musicians are assembled, eagerly await your presence.
There is Mozart holding his copy of K.333, offering it to you.

Do you see the others? No one is in a rush, they float
like you in an andante of flight toward an apotheosis
of music and humanity. Composers and listeners, musicians all,
ascend on columns of sound toward a plateau of LIGHT.
And there is Stockhausen, smiling, no, laughing. He beckons us
with his right hand, his left hand raised above his head points
to something we cannot yet make out. Could it be the realm
of MUSIC? The Source itself, the Fullness of what we have
heard in beautiful fragments, now rendered complete?

Saturday, May 27, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: music,visionary
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rebecca Navarre 01 June 2017

Wow! ! ! ! ! I Love The Way You Take The Reader Away Into A Beautiful World, Beautiful Journey Of Music, Passion And Life! ! ! ! ! Wonderfully Done! ! ! ! ! Very Thoughtful And Creative! ! ! ! ! Many Many 10S! ! ! ! ! Thank You So Much For Sharing This! ! ! ! !

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Daniel Brick 01 June 2017

Rebecca, your enthusiasm is much appreciated.This was an exhausting poem to compose but your excitement validates my work. Excelsior

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M Asim Nehal 27 May 2017

Fantascic one! ! ! It's all how we see it, when we are in good mood we see it differentlt whereas when we are not, we do not.....wonderful poem.10++

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