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Saturday, March 20, 2010

On The Day The Music Dies


Last weekend a wicked Nor'easter wrecked mad havoc in many parts of the north east, and my ville did not escape the madness. While there was severe flooding in some areas, and week-long power outages in others, I lost electricity for a while. The strange thing is that more than missing TV, or my computer; more than the loss of lights and use of the fridge, what I missed most was the inability to listen to my music! My i-Pod had died, and the stereo was a no-go. It made me very depressed to be unable to call upon those gods and goddesses of sound; those mood elevators, ambience shifters, and those spirit massagers who are as necessary to me as AIR!


It felt like the whole concept of music had DIED, leaving only echoes and shadows of voices in my head. That was my mental state. I wondered, what would this world be if we no longer had music. Many of us would experience a very lonely form of insanity, wouldn't we? Just meditating on this concept alone was deeply disturbing.

Anyway... that was when the birth this poem arrived.

I call it, "On The Day The Music Dies."



On the day the music dies
From the beak of Birds
Will come
A cry...

Clouds will rain salty tears.
Soprano winds will scat and blow
But no one left will
Hear.

On the day the music dies
The hands of genius will
Become paralyzed. Freedom
Will cease
To exist. Life, as we know it
Will no longer
Thrive.

The crash of oceans will be
Only noise, & Miles away
In some discordant pause,
You'll hear the sound,
The caw, the cry, the
Bleat, and the roar
Of my



SCREAM!





One Love.

copyright © 2010 by L.M. Ross

8 comments:

Dorrie said...

well, you just then have to make your own music *wink*. Luckily many instruments, like guitars, etc., don't need electricity to work.

But I do understand.. I always have the radio on in the background. I think the silence would drive me batty!

Auch a power outage shows how dependant on electricity we have become. Not good! {hugs}

Mizrepresent said...

Touching as always, but i have to agree with Dorrie, make your own music. I am know to just start singing a song, bc music lives forever in my heart.

Moanerplicity said...

Thanks Dorrie & Miz. I feel what you're saying, but I was speaking specifically of JAZZ and the great instrumentalists, i.e. 'Bird, Coltrane & Miles' as alluded to in the poem. You can't sing those cats. You can only Listen and FEEL them.


Peace.

Lin

joaquin carvel said...

i think i could handle going blind better than going deaf. not to say it would be easy, or to slight blindness - but i think I'd take darkenss over silence. silence would make me crazy.

Kyon Saucier said...

The death of music who could even contemplate such a thing? Great poem man!

K.C. said...

Hey Lin ... I'm digging this poem (probably because I'm a music major and study jazz) as well as the pic! I feel ya bout the jazz greats but music truly comes from the soul & I believe it's all around us even without the iPods & such.

Thanks for being the first commentor upon my return to the blogosphere & it's great to hear from you again!

Peace & Blessings

K.C.

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Teri and the cats of Furrydance said...

Good poem! I told my therapist that I would know when I was feeling better, when music got me excited again. Still reminds me too much of Mike (as we loved dancing) so she said find something new that you didn't share with him...so I am listening to some kirtan chanting and mantras...