When the writer returns − a writer ready to play − the air tranforms.A simple exchange of vibrations melds, when the writer begins tuning and trying the instrument.
Minds of readers note the feeling.
They fill with anticipation, and in a word connection occurs.
It’s spontaneous. It’s breathtaking.
It’s relationship. It’s exhilaration.
Music breaks through every word ... thought, felt, heard.
It’s a joy. It’s a wonder. It’s marvelous intellection, individualization. It’s introspection. It’s ideation. The input, the inquiry . . . the invitation to take a peek into imagination is delicious, delightful, enchanting, alluring.
The dancing that happens inside the words reminds us that love can be sparked and stirred with a turn of phrase or a well-chosen word.
Who hasn’t fallen in love with a word?
What sort of heart separates so completely?
Yet the writer is playing simplicity, crafting communication,
displaying a message meaningful and packed with years of praying, talking, translating,
and deep, deep thinking.
The colors, the colors, the music you hear. The writer only put there as a gift
as a favor, a flavor of gratitude
that you might take the moment to hear,
really hear what the words are saying.
It’s the prodigal writer and the prodigal audience. It’s a circle of music, a fugue on a flat white computer screen. Like a circle, the writer will always be back again.
It’s why God made writers and why he put music inside the words.
It’s departure. It’s homecoming. It’s a violin. It’s a song of life. It’s a song of being.
It’s love in black and white, and colors never seen.
−me strauss Letting me be
16 comments:
"Colors never seen"... But colors so clearly heard and felt.
Have you always had such a wonderful gift for expressing your thoughts and feelings? Your talent is so truly amazing and such a wonderful gift. You expressed the exact way I feel when I visit your music.
I told you before... Incase you forgot, my spirit becomes excited when reading your words :) Sometimes my mind hasn't had a chance to catch up to the meaning, I keep reading in perfect understanding regardless of lagging mind. I wish I accepted everything as openly as I accept your words... though you create them so beautifully, it's hard not to accept them.
Katrina
Tell No One,
Do YOU know what a gift it is to have someone who doesn't think I speak in tongues. Ah, of course your do.
I've always been able to write well as someone who has a talent migh, but you see here and hear here is practice and commitment of my soul into the writing. I am not separate from mu words.
I don't forget what you tell me. I do like though that you remind which parts apply, which parts you're thinking of when you write. I hear the energy in your words.
I'll tell you a secret about this little piece of word mustic. I loved into being. It was all fun and enjoyment as I wrote it. It was like reuniting with every word as I put it on the screen.
Tell your mind not work so hard. Live is supposed to be easier than that.
Liz, this is truly masterful. Anyone who loves to write or read can feel the music, the color, the connection of what you wrote. Writing creates its own sounds and colors, and as I read this over and over I feel and see and hear it louder and stronger. This must have been so much fun to write. I get a sense of playfulness. I also understand better why God made writers. Thank you.
Oh Dawn,
I also understand better why God made writers. I could live a long time on those words. Thank you.
This one was more than fun to write. It was like I imagined when I was a child, what playing with my very best friend would be.
This one was more than fun to write. It was like I imagined when I was a child, what playing with my very best friend would be.
Those are the words of a true writer if I ever heard them. No wonder so many people respond to your work like we do.
It's darn good to have someone to tell this sort of stuff to -- a writer's readers and her words are her best friends. End of story.
Liz, I need to think about this one for a bit.
Okay. Its brilliant! :-)
You take me places with your words I never knew existed and would have never found on my own. I'm starting to learn how to touch color and see sound. Your gift to me. :-)
Trée
This one is a toy to play with. You can almost sing it or rap it or dance. It's water falling off your tongue. If you say it in 6/8 time it's really fun.
Liz,
It's wonderful! It's so beautiful! It is exactly, exactly what I felt, but so beautifully said... :)
Thank you so very much!!
Olga.
Olga,
You're welcome and thank you.
I'm delighted to meet someone who shares these feelings. I'm glad you hear the music too. :)
Oh, I do :)
Wonderful, Olga!
I can hear the bell ringing. It's sound is sweet and clear; ping, ping, ping, a melody which warms my heart and nourishes my spirit.
Hello David,
Thank you for soming to see the prodigal writer.
I know you hear the music. I'm so glad you hear the bell too. That bell really is a signal that is yours and mine. Shall we dance to this one. What sort of dance do you do to a melody that is written in 6/8 time?
Wow Liz, you're a poet and I didn't know it! ;) Very nice.
Thank you, Scott!
That means a lot coming from you! :)
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