Front Row

Men profess to be lovers of music, but for the most part they give no evidence in their opinions and lives that they have heard it. - Thoreau

My life is a cavalcade of songs.

Colors.

Moods.

Happenings and notes.

A parade of flying fingers and wailing strings.

Listen as my chorded soul sings.

Everything.

In a grand procession of euphony ...

Author's Note

"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away." - Thoreau

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

What you've captured so well here, Pete, is the color of music. It's vibrant. It paints the world in wild, wet splashes, hot and cold, giving everything life. This is what I feel here, and what I see and feel hours each day immersed in the music that fits the mood, or sometimes the mood that fits the music.

[Pete]

i can't imagine life without music. always a perfect fit to life and mood - consoling or lifting spirits. thanks r.e. - good thoughts on the subject ... :)

[Giulia King]

Ah, I've missed your excellent poetry, bro!

[Pete]

(smiling) so nice of you to drop by - haven't noticed you in the cafe much lately. hope things are well with you my soul sis! ... :)