Thoughts on Music

Greetings all.  Yes I have been a little more "Stranger" than usual.  Here are some musings I had on what sort of sounds the sky would play for us... if it could.  Enjoy.

Even the clouds have music.  The loom of Amphitrite is born from the sea.  If you listen to the winter wind, or the whisper of a warmer zephyr, you can hear the quiet sound.  Her noise, the moans of the waters, commands the tune of every storm; a somber song for the stern sea god.  The lowing of the tempest winds stream from the same source.  It is her desire to expand the dominion of her lord, through foul weather.  Yet the keen of her voice is not the music of the clouds.

The vapors in the heavens often blot out his shining face.  Though we know he is there still while the darkness hangs between.  The heroic songs which pour ever from the light are lyric and golden.  Your skin knows his song better than your ears, but each creature responds to his song as if they were parts of it.  Those beams compel us with velvet strains to smile at the sound of joy and victory.  The clouds turn his gold into silver, or block his ministry in full.  Though the white clouds shout an aria with Apollo’s strings, they only sometimes accompany the cosmic melody.

What then, is their solo?  The winds carry their sounds, and the sun captures their verse.  In all the heavens only clouds die, and fade.  Their children are the rain, hail, snow, and sleet.  But the patter or the drumming of their offspring is but the percussion to their orchestra.  If a storm has many parts, a wind for a choir, the sun for the strings, and the rain as the percussion, then what remains for the clouds to inhabit?  They are not brass, for their sound does not conquer, and they are not wood.  Lightning and thunder, their rage and glory, brings a hint to the search.  Like Eol and his mountain drum the clouds are the drummer and their children the sticks.  The earth responds to their strikes and resounds to the music of the clouds.  Like Apollo, and Amphitrite the clouds are not notes but rather musicians.


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