Sitting in the very top seats at the orchestra, Carly could hear the music and singing just fine, but she barely could see the conductor. The program tonight was music from Andrew Lloyd Webber. She loved all of the songs, for they reminded her of the time she had visited London? It was 1997, and... Continue Reading →
What is the best pick me up that you know of? To shake you out of the blues? Music with a great beat, songs that make my feet hanker to move. I love to put on some gospel or jazz, or even some Santana, and get up and dance my blues away. I find that... Continue Reading →
The sound of music, Euphonic candy to me. Body in motion. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #244: sound and motion.
It is the order of things unseen that music creates a bond across species. Each creature works to be safe. For the deer, that generally means leaping away from the danger of the two-legged animals who have instruments that bring death and a hungry look in their eyes. The big stag usually would not allow... Continue Reading →
Oh, the wondrous and exquisite sounds of a violin solo! I went to see violinist Gil Shaham perform with the Nashville Symphony Orchestra. It was a night my soul will not forget! I felt refreshed by the quality of the performances. Over time, I have come to love classical music, something I was not exposed... Continue Reading →
Carlie sat at the table watching the young people dance to their music, which she believed was not worth the paper the lyrics were written on. She thought, "Now disco, that was music!" Donna Summer singing "Last Dance," Gloria Gaynor declaring "I Will Survive," and the Bee Gees reminding us "Staying Alive" helped a whole... Continue Reading →
Last night I went to Symphony Hall in Nashville for the first time since moving nearby. I love the symphony, but it is a chore to drive in Nashville, for it is growing like weeds, and the traffic is horrendous. Although we could lightly afford the $100 price tag for the seat I chose near... Continue Reading →
Sitting at the window, looking out on the snowy forest behind her house, Judith sighed deeply, feeling the coldness in her heart and soul. Tears flowed down her face and tumbled from her chin unto her bed. She felt as though no one in the world cared for her, not one living soul. Her parents... Continue Reading →
As they stood looking up at the mural, Malia and Carlton saw that they had made it big! This was the first step in their ambition to have their sobriquet, The Freebirds, known throughout the world. Their journey began twenty years ago when Malia's father gave her a guitar for Christmas, inspiring her love for... Continue Reading →
Marco never expected to become a priest, having wanted to be a night-club singer from when he was child. He was not even the most devoted of Sister Margarita's kids in the Catholic school he attended. Indeed, she had told him that he would end up in prison some day, with that mouth of his!... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 