Music Therapy (excerpts)

Tabula Rasa

He had always loved music…. he had always listened to music… he had always had music… music was his best friend… music was his one true blue soul mate… he loved songs… especially those where the voice -or better still the words- the lyrics were mere poetry… and had a music of their own… to bolt out the music… or to silence the words and the world of his own emotions… soul music born on the wind… music is here to stay he said…

Music to the point that, having always used music to his benefit, he decided to train as a music therapist… so he could benefit all the more from his music and let other discover… enjoy… reap the benefits of music with him… and they came… and the did… and they loved the music… and they loved his music… they came by the score… came by the music score…

There was music everywhere… music here music there… music everywhere… there was music over the rainbow… to appease the appalled… to relieve the ailed… to aid the discomforted… to mellow the sorrow… there was music everywhere yet for him everywhere was not enough… his home was rigged up with music systems so as to enable listening to music everywhere… from anywhere… although he found that music was still missing music somehow somewhere…

He strove on to find more and more music for the world to know… for the world to hear… for the world to enjoy… and he found more and more and more… and more still… it seemed the world could never run out of music… of new music… the more music he found the more music he found out… he fell asleep to mew music every might and went to music heaven every time… to wake up every morning to new music and peddle his music along… his whole life held in a song… whistling down the wind… giving vent to his food for thought… music was his best score…

To the point he had searched the world over had listened to everyone and everything or so he thought… he left the world and decided to turn to the only thing he had not listened to yet… the wind… and to his surprise there was a song on the wind… and not just one… string wood wind instruments were all there… they were all there… where music had started… where music ended… music for him had come a full circle… and if what goes round comes round… he certainly was back to the creation of music… and music was now taking on a whole new meaning… music for a new beginning…

He had come to realise that what he loved most in music was silence… the silence… hidden there in between… behind the notes… beyond the notes…

Jesse CRAIGNOU 

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