Food for the Soul

The flow of one note to another.

Gliding from ears to heart to soul.

Keep the focus, or distract you from life?

My soul is hungry for that which cannot be held, seen, or tasted.

My soul food is heard and felt.

Such as the whistling wind, breezing on your face and through your hair

Bringing alive the feelings of love, joy, and rightness

Emotions glissading on the deep bass or sad whine of the violin.

My sanity lies in that which I can move to the beat

The hip pop and lock, the ragtime jazz, or the smooth carolina shag.

Music,

Thank you for your words, beats, and rhythm.

My dear friend

I welcome you.