This is a pastiche inspired by Improvised Life| antidote the ordinary’s post Thelonious Monk’s Notes On Life and Music
one note wanders…
Living moment to moment
Life makes many sounds in notes
Can’t live within, can’t do alone but in Solitude
Hear hate, deceit, greed, guilt that are sharing the same swing.
Sometimes eternal notes of death
Is the only peace ‘cause Monk notes “…Cause when you’re swinging
swing some more…
Notes emanating from mistakes that fill the air with despair ‘cause
God’s promises take on different meanings depending upon timing.
Joys like dreams soiled by the cacophony of fear.
Salacious and sentient improvisation is the only survival mechanism
Found where a heart beats syncopated in an asynchronous fantasy that we hear…
Monk notes “Don’t play everything (or every time): Let some things go by.
Some music is just imagined. What you don’t play can be more important
Than when you do….”
Timing, rhythm, imagination, and courage to express and live in the moment of your truth.
“Whatever you think can’t be done, somebody will come along and do it.
A genius is the one most like himself…” Monk resounds.
Notes echo in your soul to eternity.
Reminding the jazz that made the sound come true, bring me home to a sound
That echo’s harmony and a peace I have always known.
A calling in my heart that forgives
the ravages of life’s cruel moments hoping that in the CODA
My life makes a difference.
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