Think of the great works of
Mozart, Chopin, Beethoven, Bach, The Beatles, and on and on...
all of what they expressed stood before them all in glorious
potential... that is what this article is about.
"The Music Awaits"
Notes in scale of sound, points of time
in rhythm - endure a timeless existence perfectly locked in
crystalline order. As colors of the palette, with no anticipation of
their own await their artist, music awaits the minstrel.
Ages began when man started counting
time. All the music that would be made intimately surrounded him in
Servant to its master, the notes of
scale and points in rhythm stood watch toward the world as
generations march past unaware.
A pipe, a flute, a resounding string
- always among us to speak, whispered the existence of music down
the corridor of man's time. What glorious potential stood silently
The minstrel listened, heard, and
gave it breath in this world. As life giving waters rich in the
elements of earth flow to the seed manifesting new life, so too, the
breath of a man, the workings of his hands - driven to bring forth
what only his heart can understand, flows out to the wall of
infinite potential. Tirelessly and instantly, the notes eagerly
obey. The heart cries of the minstrel manifest in sound.
Open to all yet found by few,
invisible inaudible heart sounds live as the minstrel commands the
obedient wall. The wall of potential becomes a
responsive myriad of wonder. Hinting of heaven, a growing living
legacy we call music, now speaks to this world.
The noble minstrel, servant to his
heart, knows no greater joy.
"Dance young lover. Dance dance
dance. The world cries to you, begs you to touch it by living the
A whisper fans to flame magnificence
- there's no end to the cadence, no boundary to confine it. Glorious
majesty clothed in scale and rhythm become manifest - suspended
form, sculpted by the soul, forever to declare the cascading flight
of a free heart in an infinite universe... All music exists, all
music awaits. God bless the minstrel.