The Best Song

Music is only love looking for words.

Lawrence Durrell
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Ah. love! That mysterious, invisible, indescribable madness that afflicts human beings and makes them lose sleep, collect things, forget things and risk their lives. It is the malady with no remedy, the race that has no finish line, the space that can't be measured. It makes us want everything, give up everything and fantasize everything. We don't know what it is until we feel it or sense it when it comes into the room.

Her knitting, his shoes, a young face poised to hear the real. A phone number scribbled on the edge of a newspaper, plans made for lunch, buying her that poinsettia even if you miss your train. Learning the right guitar fingering from one who knows, discussing what vegetables to buy, forgiving yesterdays. Showing off, watching the ball game, sitting in the waiting room.On the road to nowhere together, being there for her first dance recital, extra frosting. Finding his watch for him, loosening the binding cords of fear, feeding the cat. Magnolia, mantra, maple tree and milk. The pathos, the puppy, the pajamas and the pearls. The great adventure, the simple sharing.

All music is either a song or a dance and sometimes both. Almost all of the songs ever written or sung are love songs. Many of those songs are without words. That's not strange. When music tells the story love has found its words.

DB - The Vagabond
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AUTUMN QUESTION

(This is not a contest.)

At what event of the past do you wish you could be present? Why?

5 responses so far.

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Thank you.
DB
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