My mind is stuck
for lack of a better term.
The lights are on, but
the music has ended.
Writing is like listening to music
for the first time:
You close your eyes,
visualizing the notes;
You hum the rhythm
inside your heart.
Listening intently
looking for the right words,
for there are only right words
(no left words to listen for).
If you hear your music,
write it down.
If you cannot,
enjoy the silence.
Thursday, April 21, 2005
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4 comments:
"If you hear your music,
write it down.
If you cannot,
enjoy the silence."
For me, writing can sometimes feel forced, so I'm not sure how I feel about writing everyday. I do understand that not all pieces will get the same reaction, even by me.
I liked the last lines.
I think the last line is very wise. If writing isn't happening, then enjoy not-writing. I don't think feeling like you "should" be writing has ever helped anyone to write.
with this poem, the lights shone brilliantly, adrian. once again. your music is heard... and truly felt.
this poem hums the very music in you that lends such wisdom and beauty of analogy... ending in a tone of serenity. ^_^
So true Adrian..."Writing is like listening to music for the first time:You close your eyes,
visualizing the notes;
You hum the rhythm
inside your heart"...so very true and simply expressed.
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