Its Joy – A Beginning, There In The Fire's Core

I've heard there was a secret chord

That David played, and it pleased the Lord

But you don't really care for music, do you?

It goes like this

The fourth, the fifth

The minor fall, the major lift

The baffled king composing Hallelujah…

~ from LCohen's Hallelujah

. . . . .

Music is my fleece,

its easeful sounds

emerge in this stillness,

enveloping my spirit 

as sorrows flee.

. . . . .

At times I feel as though I never fully grasp

the true meaning of music's eclectic measures,

like the text in half the books I own –

the narrative is extensive, but never fully read,

and therefore, never fully understood.

Music's expression is everywhere,

leaving hints of a larger truth, for some 

its pulse is buried deep, for others

its pulse is a freedom song that speaks

clear of life's raw reflection.