Music

How do you explain

The effect a piece of music can have on you? The power in the notes that are played?

How is it possible that a group of musical notes can come together and touch your soul so profoundly that for a moment you can just barely breathe.

That the notes have arrested you, you cannot speak.

The emotion it fills you with can be so strong, and so amazing.

There are just some compositions I hear that stop me; they strike me so. When I hear them, I hear a story, I feel the emotions, and the character's come to life- character's i have never known. But at that moment, I am one with them- I am them- as they lend me a part of their soul.

It's so hard to explain, and probably even more difficult for you to understand me, but that is just how I feel.

It's beautiful. So beautiful.

-Cathy

Random

Sometimes guys, this gets me so much...
I cant explain it...
This is me

-Cathy

Friends!
So I've written this poem a while ago, but no one seems to understand what it means. The things is, when I had written it I never intended for it to be extremely literal, and for the whole context to be understood. In general, when I write, I write for readers to experience the beauty of language, words and sounds. To experience different ways words can be arranged to produce a  great effect; for others to feel what I feel when I am inspired.


Anyway, here is the poem. In light if the previous post I wrote, On the Universality of faith and Religion, here is the poem based on it. Please enjoy. I hope you now understand.
-Cathy

Sweet disposition

Images fleeting into pools of reds, and greys and blues

Melting into light, pure light

So much so that eyes are helpless with no power of their own

But widened and gaping, lids pressed hard against.

It was hard to notice the icy cold of the screen

That scalded my scarce- touched cheeks

Even harder, I do think,

To acknowledge the silence of the freight within.

 One last glimpse of the grey blue skies around

And the magic of the stillness and stunning beyond

and the awesome feeling that we were “more”

Having stared at the smallness of life on the ground.

Then, with a jolt, I faced within

Did wonder whether I was alone in seeing this

Found only the same within the room

That silence and power, those greys and blues.

The ice beauty there did stop my heart

and soon my tongue humbled

And as the shadows outside skilfully crept through creeks

 Embraced the breathing, alighted the peace.

A movement in the near-dark

A moment of awareness

Pulsing ears and hearts, never breaking the silence

A boy.

Of angels, and nature, and something –and God

In hushes and murmurings, not a whisper above

But the electric blue of the jolts that did pass through

Had his eyes hue, and gave courage, new.

And only for now could we exist like this:

Two colours, beliefs, genders, and wishes

Mutual amazement at a spirit found less in few,

A black almost grey, a white almost blue.