Music without love is what a modem is without the internet running through it. Music needs to be practiced, performed, and enjoyed lovingly, but especially with the love language lacing the fabric and function of every note, and lyric. Without love, there is no purpose in hearing, or sounding off the anthems of our day and age. A loveless anthem is no greater than the worst rap song, or metal banger, and nobody wants to hear garbage anymore from the rappers and rockers. We need to truly find our love language within our hearts, and learn to adore the prospects of unison and unity of community, bringing people together with musical tones that trump even the bullets that fly, or the bombs they drop in hate for one another. The sound of artillery and gun shots, or screams and cries of sorrow and rage, will soon be drowned out by the fanfare of the trumpet of the Archangels and their solstice jamboree of God’s own harmony and beautification of sound waves, for the choirs to sing along with in orchestras of Angels. Myriads of voices arise to unleash sonic booms or outcry, against the bomb blasts of heinous warmongers, and the wicked tongue of deceitful belligerents who must lay down their treachery to see the people safe and sound. I hum with a tune that drowns out liars and sophists who would betray their own selves with tongues that speak not Holy Spirit fire. My words and lyrics, to notes are envelopments of God’s praise on gospel melodies and make for the love language and holy worship song, a symphony of divine nature and sanctified sounding scores.
Words can ruin a song, as well as make it great, and a melody and drum line take second place to the message portrayed by the poet. Songs with no words can still have great meaning, but less of a word flow will give a listening ear, less guidance into the purpose and intention of the musical artist. Trance music and rock music instrumentals for example, without the guidance of a lyric and psalm, will always be up to mood and vibe, and not enough up to the conceptualizing of purpose of lesson or expression of wording, wether in love, or joy, or fear, or hate.
I pray my music is a gift to anyone who hears it, but especially my beloved Eve, that she be encouraged, especially from now on, for not every word from my past was spoken from a place of love, but often fear and discouragement. My music has been freed from the influence of drugs and alcohol and my love for Eve is now beginning to root ever deeper and deeper in me and her both, yet I am spurred on to struggle with my doubts and fears, and wonder when the duet will sound, and the anthems of love resound. I pray she hears my vows of caring, and expressions of wanting to lay down beside her, and enjoy her warmth and touch. May the love songs never get old, and the family portraits never fade, for I plan on capturing every special moment in song and image of our togetherness in joy.
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