I want to say "Thank you" for all who have stayed "under the covers" with me this month. I hope you've enjoyed this journey through music and iphone images. Tomorrow is a whole new month, Spring is here and it is time to come out of hibernation.
For the last "cover" of the month I have a treat. Abba, one of the best selling recording artists that have gone on to influence, films, broadway, and countless musicians - had a popular song called Thank You For the Music, written by Abba member Benny Andersson.
In 2017 Benny had recorded an all piano album for the classical Deutsch Grammophon label simply titled Piano. He re-interpreted Abba songs as concert piano music bringing the songs life full cycle. So that is how I will end this series on this month of March.
To all the musical composers, performers out there, Thank You For The Music. My life would be much less interesting and much less meaningful without the music you've given to the world.
AT DAYS END(2022.08.22)
The setting sun
creates fire in the sky.
Flaming yellow, orange and red.
Filling heaven's dome on the westward rim.
A quiet slow burning…
that if you allow it…
will slow down time,
transforming burning consumption
into transfixed wonderment,
as the day is calmly destroyed
in brilliant visibly-changing color.
Birds fly to their nests
creatures burrow in their dens
and other resting spaces.
And I, heart-harnessed
to Phaethon's Chariot
as it recedes over the horizon,
am humbled by the beauty.
My eyelids, growing heavy with the fading light,
also find solace and rest.
An ending for some.
A beginning for others.
The chirping of birds gives way
to the chirping of crickets
and lightning bugs twinkle at twilight
in the shadow of darkness
like stars on the wing
that children can chase
and catch with their hands
then marvel at the magic
within their grasp.
Letting go to see the stars take flight.
Dreamtime has come again.
I wrote this poem while listening to this music and watching the sun set.https://youtu.be/O41y9vuVT3sBest if not played to loud and even better if reading the poem out loud (slowly with a sense of longing and wonder) while the music is playing.
10/27-28/21
ENTER THE EVENING
A shadow crept across early evening.
As I was retrieving the mail
I stopped in my tracks and looked up.
A thousand wings whispered across the autumn sky
in undulating murmurations of velvety simplicity.
None collided with the other but danced a ballet
in perfect synchronicity across heaven.
The tinted hues of sunset;
royal purple and brilliant orange painted
against a dark blueing background.
Even the cricket at my foot that stopped its chirping
and, propped up against my shoe,
seemed to look up in amazement.
A pair of local chipmunks scurried about in the chilled air
foraging for nuts and berries to store for winter -
oblivious to the magic in the sky.
In one step I had travelled
from the reality of a chaotic and stressful day
into a calm, quiet and peaceful evening.
... on being and becoming ... 