i have found God in the thrum, thrum, thrum of a bass guitar,
on the hill of the dry side of a beach,
with a band from across
singing through their doubts of faith.
it made me weep.
He: Creator, God of ALL, Light of Every Being – evaporated goodness
from their efforts,
& osmosed into my song.
that band’s questions became my own.
our answers all sounded different because
our ears have travelled, produced, edited, rehearsed – their own melodic lives.
but! we understood each other.
and that was enough to convince me.
i am made of notes, lyrics, masterpieces of guessing – trying the sharps, rolling into the
flats, strung up on the grind that becomes the elevator pitchi-ness
ink blotting off the page.
solved through emotional performances of love.
i’d think that at some point, someone would want to hear this riff, this banger – my jam!
but even if i’ve wondered forever, i’ve practiced, preluded;
snuck my Beethoven-ed way
to convince more than my tiny audience of:
fame – can you imagine?!? not the goal of the music, nor even the rehearsal,
it’s a concert that i want, perhaps just a ticket – – – – –
if i can’t hear the music though, how are the notes to know where they go?