a songwriter's musings

music constantly courses through my mind,

through my blood and my very bones, it seems.

melodies bubble up,

rhythms dance,

words join them,

and songs are born;

while strolling along my dirt road,

driving in my car,

tidying my house, while holding a young child in my arms.

anytime.

anywhere.

music is part of the very fabric of my being,

it weaves a tapestry of my life.

I write because I must.

if I don’t, an incoming song will keep me awake at night

until I finally acquiesce and get up

and put pen to paper,

or fingertips to keyboard,

and, in the old days, wrap my arms around my guitar.

and even now, with the ability to play guitar stripped from me,

still the songs come.

I cannot stop them.

of course, I do not wish to.

they are my best friends, my deepest confidants, my most trusted counsellors.

I am but a conduit. I listen. I take notes. I write. and I sing.

because I must.

when I sing the energy in my body resonates on a higher vibration, somehow.

that perhaps sounds weird, or woo-woo, but it’s true, too.

it is a profound and deeply moving experience. healing, too.

and it is a pure delight.

and fun. so much fun. joy-filled.

my body, heart and soul are awakened and enlivened

when I sing,

and when the songs come through.

and yet, sometimes, the inner demons ask, who cares?

I don’t know.

I really don’t know who cares,

and perhaps that doesn’t even matter.

perhaps what matters is that the muse comes

and demands my attention

until I listen

until I take notes

until I sing.

and so I do.

simply because

music constantly courses

through my mind,

through my blood

through my very bones,

it seems.

music is part of the very fabric of my being,

it weaves a tapestry of my life.

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