sounds
are waves
saying hi to your eardrums
and crashing into your brain
with melody
with emotion
with purpose
there’s a reason music brings folks together just just just right
sounds
are waves
saying hi to your eardrums
and crashing into your brain
with melody
with emotion
with purpose
there’s a reason music brings folks together just just just right
listening listening listening
to new music
to audiobooks
to the cars yelling at each other outside
to podcasts
to potential music
to my own thoughts
[and not wanting to run away screaming
or blare out with any other sound
my own thoughts, so that feels like growth]
but still
listening
listening
listening
observing
and collecting
and absorbing other people’s media
and maybe one day
making my own
puppy snoofs
plant droops
kip shivers
first-appointment jitters
calmed by music and poetry
and coffee
it’s interesting how
comforting
certain music is
like covering myself up
with a blanket of familiar sound
like burying my face into
the soft coat of a song i love
like holding myself
and the sound
all in one
safe
safe
place
listening to lofi
[with forever long
names
and descriptors]
and kip says
of the very first song
“i could make this”
and i say
“yes”
because they
could
and should
and possibly even
will
kip playing with music
a whole set up here at our
kitchen table
and something in me wants to create
is it music?
am i ready to hear my own voice
echoing back from me
via vocoder at least?
or am i more in the physical scheme
and want to cut and trim and sew and see
what kind of creation i can make with
my own two hands
or am i finally ready to write that book
i’ve been threatening to write
forever and a half
or is it the video series
or a play
or silly skits
on social media
[probably not that last one
if my mental health is any key
or indication, having done so well
these past few months
without
that curse looming over me
via my phone…]
[who knows]
[who knows]
this vibe
of music
of cello and piano and drum
of experimenting with the strings
and riffing on the keys
and the steady, floating and capturing beat underneath
is exactly the vibe i need
for this morning
[let’s hear it for modern jazz]
vibing
with music
but not with
writing
[the plight of the creative
with too many outlets]
how can some songs
slap me in the face with memories
that i never wanted to see
again
and yet
some songs feel like
the best bear hug
from a friend
you haven’t seen in
ages?
the comfort/misery line
is razor thin
[and sometimes appears in
the middle of a measure]
but damn, these songs still slap
talking
all morning
about silly business ideas
singing
all evening
about higher stakes lives
than our
own