Music is like Rain

Music is like rain




Music is like rain on the summer nights of my childhood .

Abrupt, unexpected, like a flower.

Music sounds of a thundering memory

Electrifying every nerve of my body.



Music is the echo of the past

The legacy of people long gone.

Like a dream that makes you remember

The child you left behind.



Out of the shadows of my memory

I remember the day my grandfather died.

How heavy his coffin looked

When they took him to be buried

With the band playing behind.



On that remote place called the mind

I still hear the national anthem

Playing on the old stereo of my first school

The sound lifts and carries me to days long gone.



Drops of notes fall from the sky

The night is clear and the moon is full and bright

There is a sense of magic in the air,

There is hope of finding new meanings and new ways.



In many ways music is like rain,

Language is like glass,

Art is like dancing,

Science is like a dreaming with your eyes open.





Of all the forms of art

Music has the strongest appeal.

Not everyone likes poetry, unfortunately.

And nobody is crazy about going to museums,

But everyone responds to music.

Could it be that we are so used to hearing rhythms?

Since we lived inside our mother’s wombs?

Nature itself is full of music

Just listen closely one night!

Poetry

I live




I live in the shadow of the rime

of great poets who left before my time

who made great works of art

I  try day after day

to achieve the rime

the rhythm , the cadence the craft

but mostly I wish to reflect a feeling

deep, sincere and without past

to give, to love to achieve the impossible at last.