Speech and Song..

Singing is indeed a wonderful thing… It exhilarates you. You almost feel immortal, not just listening to a songs rhythm and eloquently contrived words but also to feel the magic of concocting those words and experience the thrill as it leaves your lips emanating from deep within yourself even as you realise its sweet meaning

Not being able to sing due to one’s inability to find a distinct soothing voice or being unable to sync words and melody could be painful. It could almost be described as a personal tragedy of some sort.

It is a gift comprised of not just the ability to find a soothing voice or sync words and rhythm but also possess that ability to mix, rhyme and belt out with confidence. Songs of war, battles lost and won, love, people or Natures little displays and magnificent artefacts, thrills of her almost Parnassian glory, exhilarating and peaceful or brimming with wrath and destruction.

We sing not just to experience what it feels like but sometimes to escape ones present state of mind and feel the temporary solace the words of a song builds us.
But then, to realise that the absence of the ability to sing could be such a small tragedy compared to the absence of the ability to craft words, bringing ones feelings and thoughts to life. Being unable to articulate ones feelings and thoughts and resorting to stammering or sudden displays of effervescent anger thinly veiled beneath a smouldering personality.

It must be a tragedy indeed to be unable to vocalise ones world, or dreams, or anticipations... The raging storms of one’s heart are left unrecorded, unvoiced, the serenity of ones thoughts forever lost, the tenderness of their inner self unknown to an uncompromising world where the spoken word is king and silence is often misinterpreted...

The power of speech is a path through which steady streams of emotions and intentions flow and are used as nutrition to an ever demanding environment.
An environment where the world slowly closes in on you from every side and all you have to stay its slow but steady onslaught is the power to articulate your thoughts and intentions.

Thus, suddenly ones inabilities to master one’s vocals and sync the words of a song seem petty.

It’s a talent for one and two for another and so we must live and behold the endless undulations of nature.