When the interplay of sounds, of melody and accompaniment, move toward that sharp, yearning suspension of notes that reach for each other but cannot seem to meet, the resolution—if and when it comes—is evermore the sweet. Pointed and poignant, that sacred space betwixt sunlight and shade, the delicate balance before sleep consents to wake, or life concedes to sleep in death, holds both precious sorrow and piercing joy. Just as forgiveness does not require forgetting but is rather accentuated by it, the brightest day shines all the more for its being cut with silhouettes of deepest shadow, and the inmost midnight anthracite of sky finds its peak of beauty when marked with sparkling points of stellar light.
Speak, and the silence quivers in recognition; sing, and it pulses with ecstasy.
Allegro gives way to the grieved pacing of Largo, and that, in turn, takes pause and after a longing sigh, begins to dance again, Allegretto. Season will follow season down the years, and I grow old and turn transparent with my age, until at last, hearing the call of the penultimate phrase, I remember that if I let my voice fall from the present chord, those who carry it on will draw into that beautiful, desired harmony and close the space perfectly once again. Whether voices falter, go astray, or fall silent, the return to harmony waits to bring existence back into balance.
Shared on Facebook. Brilliant artwork
Thank you for sharing this, my friend. I’m glad you like the photos, though of course I can’t claim much credit other than snatching portraits of the beauty in front of me and processing them enough to publish. 🙂
Poignant ponderings and beautiful photo Kathryn.
Thank you, my dear Brad. Hope you’re feeling more chipper these days than when you last wrote. 🙂
It depends on the day. I haven’t had stable work or income in a while which is very unsettling. Thanks for asking.
I wish you meaningful work, comfort, and peace, my friend.
Wonderful Kathryn! 🙂
I thank you, my sweet!
Many thanks, Elena. I’m glad you approved. 🙂 xo