The solace
of music,
substance of
contentment.
The air is filled
with sounds,
and words ride
on the wind created
by the ceiling fan.
A woman's voice,
high and light.
Her guitar,
a powder
blue color.
I sit and rock,
forth and back,
and forth again.
My foot shakes
beneath the desk,
in time to the
rhythm that is.
I have no intention,
only to write
and see what I say.
The music dispels
any real thought,
any significant
notion, any
meaningful idea.
I am just hosting
the music, allowing
it to pass through
me, and interpreting
the sounds into small
words upon the screen.
I hear the harmonies,
and they remind me
of birds that fly in
perfect formation,
and also of different
shades of the same
color, overlapping and
matching quite nicely.
I have said before
that harmony is
my favorite aspect
of music.
If I had to break it down,
I would say that there
are three parts to music,
these being the rhythm,
the melody, and the harmony.
The rhythm is pure love,
it is the speed, also the beat,
the tempo; sometimes invisible,
rhythm is the base, the bottom,
the underneath, the floor,
the Earth of a song.
The rhythm provides the stage
upon which the rest of the music
may occur; the rhythm says,
"Here you go."
The rhythm is for dancing.
It is the prompt.
It begins,
and that's your cue.
The melody is the answer
to the prompt of the rhythm.
It is for singing, or playing.
The melody joins the rhythm,
it is carried by the rhythm
through time, to its completion
and ultimate resolution.
The melody is a stream of notes,
in an order that is pleasing
to the fingertips and eardrums.
It starts in one place,
and ends in another,
perhaps even the same place.
The melody has a lifespan,
it has a definite measure.
It may go wherever it likes,
but for it to be pleasing
to the eardrums and fingertips,
it must return "home,"
else it should become lost
and no longer be recognized
or understood; the purpose
of a melody is to be remembered.
The rhythm is eternal,
the melody is temporal.
The rhythm must repeat
for the rhythm to be.
Yet the melody may stand
alone, without being
repeated or played again.
The melody is preserved
and saved within memory.
Yet the rhythm must be
created from scratch each
and every time it is needed.
Rhythm is toneless
while melody is to tone.
But harmony...
Harmony is different.
Harmony may only exist after
rhythm and melody have been
established; it is an addition,
a supplement and complement
to the whole; it is extra.
It accentuates the melody
by occuring within the same
rhythm, teasing the melody,
giving it a depth and volume.
The two notes become eachother.
It reproduces the melody.
If rhythm is the father,
and melody is the mother,
then harmony is the child
who joins his parents to
make the family even more
complete than it could have
been before; the child helps
its parents understand and
continue to feel eachother
throughout the duration
of the song.
I love the harmony.
I can't explain it.
It just sounds so good.
I love it because
it takes two voices.
One voice can sing
the melody,
but two voices can
sing the harmony.
Harmony represents friendship,
agreement, understanding,
and acceptance.
It is all I want.
Rhythm and Melody
are all I need,
but Harmony
is all I want.
God, this music.
Thank God for music.
Music Tyrade
- August 08, 2011
- Julietson
- 3 Comments
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