“Cause it’s a bittersweet symphony this life
Trying to make ends meet, you’re a slave to the money then you die.
I’ll take you down the only road I’ve ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah.”
The word Symphony comes from the Greek (title of this post)
Some linguists liken the word to “agreement”
The creation of a symphony piece is an agreement of sounds.
I listen for the cello or the violin
then the percussion.
I follow along like a leaf floating on the surface of a drifting stream.
When I am at my best, I listen to symphonies.
Because I miss the forest for the trees…
If there are lyrics, I will hear them
I will replay a song
until I understand their
Then I can listen for the music
once my word-filled soul is appeased.
But Oh the delight of the symphony.
A quilt of sound
that I can lay beneath and feel every strand
And how true the words of The Verve song:
It is lovely to live in the thrill of
what may happen next
and to strive
despite it all
In pursuit of that fleeting thing
we call happiness.
But like a symphony, it all converges on