There is a magic made by melody:
When all things simmer, music soothes. When all things dull, music livens, like water on my head.
The other day I had that famous discussion with my mother, if you had to choose, would you rather be deaf or blind? I didn't hesitate to say "blind" at the same time as she said "deaf". I asked, but how could you live not knowing music? And she said, imagine not being able to see light?
People often observe rather quickly (when not blatantly making fun of) the fact that I half sing all the time instead of talk. If there's a silence, I soon find a tune. I also have a magical gift (or so I like to believe) of generating songs that grasp its lyrics onto my issue of the moment. I'm worried about something, or pensive with fretful feeling fingertips,or just living - and soon a song comes to existance. Once I even woke up with a song pouring out as I brushed my teeth.
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow
Some time later I realize the incredible mechanisms of the mind, which like a dream, give me answers and syntheses in deep symbolism and poetry through music. It's my daytime dream mechanism. Like a child, I'm always somewhere between the concrete and the onirical, in the subaqueous stillness of the sea, held in the arms of rythym and of sleep, dream flushed to glow...
Dream flushed to glow!