"I sing the body electric,"
~ Walt Whitman ~
Think of a drumbeat,
An earthy, soulful, repetitive rhythm
That gets your body waked up,
And pumps through your
veins like blood.
Now, a saxophone,
Sensual,
Sultry,
Rising and falling
Into and
Across a dimly lit room
Full of people.
Now, a flute,
Quick and happy..
A harmonica...
And an electric guitar...
Each sound transports us
In its unique and wonderful way.
These, and others like them,
are instruments
of grace.
I am blessed by the sound of music.
