The art of living
When the music of the spheres
Becomes life’s soundtrack
Melds with the song of the soul
A brave blackbird broke the sodden silence. The overnight downpour had quelled the enthusiasm of the morning chorus. Dawn was strangely muted. It had never really occurred to me how closely the visual and audible aspects of the moment were entwined until the day broke without its heralds.
The lone blackbird raised its voice nonetheless and, encouraged by its example, others joined the song, until their discordant differences became a singularly harmonious paean to the sun. It takes only one voice to break the silence, then the music swells as a river in flood.