the Sound of music makes me appreciate it
well, the sound of music makes me appreciate it
that was supposed to be a potential intro to my personal statement, but as I sit on the bus out of Ithaca for the 7th time this year, and I look at the hills, so lush and full of life, I feel like writing right now
I’ll get the draft together eventually. I need to learn how to write without worrying about getting it right. can’t perfect what doesn’t exist, right?
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- the combination of simultaneously sounded musical notes to produce chords and chord progressions having a pleasing effect.
- agreement or concord.
- lack of harmony among musical notes.
- a tension or clash resulting from the combination of two disharmonious or unsuitable elements.
I was sitting on the bus, heading home completely exhausted but pretty satisfied with the work I’d gotten done before a much-deserved break. Half asleep, I thought to myself, “I wrote four great papers this week; why not one more?” So here’s one for the music lovers. For the lovers, period. Let me break it down:
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in the face of adversity, you reflect brilliance
it bounces off the facets of a diamond formed by pressure
yes you, are a treasure
like a stream, you squeeze through cracks and soar over waterfalls, you find your way and you flow
written by the Master Composer, you are composed of odes written to the heavens, notes that line up perfectly with the next person’s melody
you are exquisite
from the grooves etched into your fingertips to the divot right above your lips, even the birthmark hidden near your hip
every last bit of you is intentional
you are a spectacle
a sight to be seen
a being to take in and appreciate
an opportunity to demonstrate the wonders of who you are
who I AM says you are
you are creation
you defy expectation, existing purely in spite and wholly by might
you are the present
you are present, in this moment
take it all in
it is a gift
a gift I call, “a letter to myself”
time to tune up
why’s the pit so sparse?
you can’t make music if you don’t have heart
the show’s about to start
it should be a symphony
but the timpani, it’s not drumming
the conductor, when’s she coming?
and the audience
they expect you to perform
they expect to feel reborn
they lack respect
don’t feel so torn
the violins will be bright
bows dancing in the light
the boom of the bass will be just right
and it’ll all move in unison, what a sight
but the conductor, when’s she coming?
she’s the one who put it all together
the pieces, the piece, the peace
but she’s lost
it should all come together
but at what cost?
the show must go on
we must hear her song