What music is that? It sounds fearful, it sounds frightful, and we believe and turn our favors inward and go blind to Love’s creation and endure the hardships and wars and murder and greed which walk to our doorstep in our shoes and tap on the glass to wake our sleeping affections and whisper into laughter’s ear the joyous things that serve as echo chamber to Love’s sweet and eternal Love. The air writhed in cello as my mind swayed with the strings, the music, painted as big as a welcome home sign, moved me to smile upon her glee in me. Creation could not be happier, my Love, Mother, birth, Grandmother, eartH, Great Grandmother, truth, Father, mountains, Grandfather, oceans, Love The HeartH… Might I see what others believe? Might I then wed the two into a lovely marriage, a music so profound it strokes the Heart in a cacophony of instruments, as varied as they are mutual lovers? A rock concert‘s freedom, a rappers words for equal justice, a country star driving the crowd mad with
(The Weaver's Song)