MUSIC

Music is often the form of expression all around the world.  As far back as history can tell us, people played music in order to express what was happening in the souls.  Science can define music in terms of vibrations and how sound is produced, but music goes much further than that, it defines the inner being of what humans emotionally feel down through the ages.

Music is like magic; it can carry our souls into the depth of despair, and also lift us up into the heavens with it's great organs and choirs who sing in the great churches all over Europe and into the nations of the world.  From the top of the poles, ancient men and women could make sounds like the whales they slaughtered to bring them enough bludder for their lights, and the fat and inner meat that would sustain them through the long winters, into the spring time, when polar bears would be looking for seals to pounce on...leaving a trail of blood...and often those seals became food and coats to those who lived way up north...enduring many years without the distrubance of commerial fishing boats which would slaughter the whales taking only the oil to light their lamps and to throw back into the sea the rest of those huge mamuals who with their deep sounds like other whales know where it was safe and when there awaited the spears of greedy men.

Hre in America. music was the force that caused men and women alike, to take all their belonging s and head out west, where there was a promise of a better life, new horizens, vast plains without fences...where cowboys would herd some cattle and sit by a camp fire at night....one with an old guitar...another with a banjo...making music about what it was like to herd cows...go into the new little towns that sprang up, offering wiskey, women, and a chance to loss all their pay, gambling away from men who would take them for all they had...so they continued to sing, and ride their horses, and to dream of finally finding a right spot to settle down, raise their own crops, build their own barns, churches, and school houses for their little ones....and how they sang when they would gather at those newly built churches....."Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound....."   music, music,  continued to inspire them, bringing hope that someday, America would be conquered for the home of the free and the brave....but music, gave them inspiration to go on...and on...until they at last saw the Pacific Ocean...with it's waves bursting over the rock filled shores...another cause to create more music...music...music.

If one listens to old classics and hears the thunderous roar of the drums and the beat of wars still being fought...it inspires those who would pick up arms and listen again to those musicians who were able to beat the drums again and a tune begins to match the drums beat...and the soldiers once again marched off to loss their lives or those of the enemies.  Our own Civil War was enhanced by the drummer boys leading the rebel soldiers with a steady roll of their sticks on a single drum....The soldiers from the north would hear the rebels cry..."The South is gonna; rise again...!" and scatter and hide as those rebel soldiers, clad in their home spun clothes, charged ahead with the drum boy still beating that one single beat....thum, thum, thum thum thum....

Music surpasses any form of words;  lyrics are usually formed after music has driven some song writer to put words to the music, which will try to fit the inspiration which alone stirs the souls of those trying to imagine how a person feels when hearing those inspiring notes.

I myself have been moved by music....as a young man trying to write sermons, I would sit in the corner of my bedroom, and turn on the cheap stereo when records would come down a single stack of other records...and finally I would hear the music that would stir my soul, and then my fingers began to move to a new inspiration...and later, those same words would come out of my mouth, remembering the inspiration of those stirring sounds...moving me and others to the sounds of music.

It's early spring here in Virginia, and in the mornings I can hear birds waking up and their songs fill the air...as the sun moves it's way westward and sets, the crickets and bull frogs from deep in our swampy woods begin to full the diming light with their long, low tones calling for females to mate with them....later there will be little frogs stumbling their little frog legs to the shore, and soon they will be snatching up insects as did their parents before them.

Music is once again making its cycle again, even when the thunderstorms roll in, their rumbles can be heard echoing down the line as the storm slowly approached, and finally the sun comes out again, and the birds glide down from the hiding, and dance around for the worms which will be closer to the surface.  Music to my ears...touching my soul, as only music can do.