It is a catchy melody, it’s beat is contagious. . . I have been listening to it for a while. . .
As each crotchet and half crotchet is played I can. See it!. . .
As each quaver and semi quaver is plucked I can taste it!. . .
It’s a guitar solo and as I sit listening my mind wanders, fond memory’s cruise past my lidded retinas. . .
As the percussion rides the rhythm of the wave. . .I see new oceans. . .
The guitarist changes direction demanding individual notes to serenade. . .jealous notes now fight to be heard. . .
They harmonise, reaching a cacophony. . .its majestic in is reasoning it’s aggressive in its tone. . .it achieves. . .
Harmony wrestles with sheet music, she refuses to be contained. The musicians strings, hit notes in free fall, striving for calm waters.
Harmony skips over flotsam & jetsam, land disappears. The tune emerges self reliant, distinguished. . . unique, it is captivating . . .
Belligerent notes have now been silenced!. . .rhythm is restored the tune is complete . . .
Music is made. . .
Marc Lesley 