The art of living
When the music of the spheres
Becomes life’s soundtrack
Melds with the song of the soul
A brave blackbird breaks the sodden silence. The overnight downpour has quelled the enthusiasm of the morning chorus. Dawn is strangely muted. It has never really occurred to me how closely the visual and audible aspects of the moment are entwined until the day breaks without its heralds.
The lone blackbird raises its voice nonetheless and, encouraged by its example, others join the song, until their discordant differences become a singularly harmonious paean to the sun. It takes only one voice to break the silence, then the music swells as a river in flood.