It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home.

Author Unknown

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Chapter 10, Page 13, Book 12





We are the music makers,And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;—
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world fo
r ever, it seems.

Arthur O’Shaughnessy

It’s pretty clear that music plays an important role in many people’s lives. I listen to music to lift my mood when I’m down, and to brighten an already radiant day.

 Whatever the reason may be, music touches our souls and uplifts our spirit.

What we sing and how we sing reveals much of who we are, and entering into another's song and music making provides a gateway into their world, which might be much different from our own. Something is shared in singing that goes beyond the words alone


Music lends its power to all the other practices that shape who we are. 


An Ode to Autumn
by  English Poet John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,-
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

Autumn is represented metaphorically as one who conspires, who ripens fruit, who harvests, who makes music.

May music make your life sweeter and richer 

5 comments:

That corgi :) said...

I do agree too, Ma, about music. It can lift our souls, it can soothe, it can comfort, it can bring peace, happiness, etc. I remember growing up my mom always had the radio on listening to music.

enjoy Saturday!

betty

JeanJournal said...

Another WONDERFUL post Ma ~ MUSIC IS A joy! to me. ~ Jean(Rome Georgia Girl living in Calhoun

JeanJournal said...

Another WONDERFUL post Ma ~ MUSIC IS A joy! to me. ~ Jean(Rome Georgia Girl living in Calhoun

jack69 said...

Yes, music and poetry improves out lives, if pay attention.

Funny you should post this. In the book I am writing, I needed to research some 50's love songs. I have had one or two on my mind all day. Sherry said she could hear me singing outside. LOL
pretty day here but cool.

Chatty Crone said...

I definitely agree with you about the music. It can make you feel happy or sad - good or bad. I think you have too watch sometimes what you listen too.