I hear myself talking about music and I feel the light sparkling in my eyes. I try and explain the sound with the swooping movements of my hands. I hear the sound in my imagination and feel the rise in my entire body, lifting energy of joy and beauty and I pause, looking at my new friend, wondering if they understand what I’m saying. I wish I had the technical words to explain the musical creation, the vision of a soundscape, that I’m creating…and yet, technical jargon might kill the vibe. I ask him if I’m making sense. I tell him I wish I could explain the science behind the sound. He says it isn’t necessary when the passion is palpable.
It’s marvelous to be in the company of a human being who is boiling with enthusiasm. Can you think of a greater gift than to sense the greatest love? I speak of symphony of string instruments I can tweak with buttons, crafting an exact sound to compliment the recordings of my improvised singing I’ve collected each day. I’m playing with sounds that carve out wide open spaces and hold that space open so my voice can dance and fly in exploration, swooping as though the made up words leaving my body are little dragons playing in the clouds or fish chasing each other in the open blue water.
Expansiveness. Beyondness. Openness. Spaciousness. Vastness. Capaciousness….woah, what a word! How do you describe this feeling of so much room around you that you can spread yourself out as far as you want to go, endless potential to swim through. Potential is not a destination, it’s a direction. I have so much potential means I have so much space to explore! I have room to spread out. I have no limitations to the amount of fun I get to have!
I can feel all of this with the pluck of one string. Inside those seconds of vibration, there are billions of little dancing creatures. Imagine the trillions of little creatures dancing on the head of a pin. Imagine them dancing to the infinite ripples of sound produced by one pluck of a string. No need to crowd the song with so many notes and strums. Just one pluck of one string invites you inside an entire universe, for a moment. Everything is possible inside this moment. I make one simple sound and the universe opens up before me. It feels the same as looking out to sea and looking up at the sky. Infinity. There is infinity inside the sounds I play with.
When I stare at the ocean and the sky, I’m wondering about infinity and sometimes I feel it land in my body. When I play the open strings, infinity dancing inside my body, so much easier to feel it wake up. Human beings contain the ocean and we’re made of music.
Love & Rainbows,
Cha Wilde