appreciation

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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har-mo-ny, it’s easy as C-E-G

harmony

noun

  1. the combination of simultaneously sounded musical notes to produce chords and chord progressions having a pleasing effect.
  2. agreement or concord.

dissonance

noun

  1. lack of harmony among musical notes.
  2. 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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a letter to myself

you

are resilience

in the face of adversity, you reflect brilliance

it bounces off the facets of a diamond formed by pressure

yes you, are a treasure

you

are innovation

like a stream, you squeeze through cracks and soar over waterfalls, you find your way and you flow

you flourish

you

are music

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 harmony

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”

4.22.18

1.18.17 – orchestra

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 expect

 

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

 

1.18.17