Ebony and ivory.
Intermixed clefs.
A landscape of sound.
Not paint, but vibration.
Stories woven in air.
Imagination ignited.
Tales spun from silence.
Love, a melody repeated.
Swooning, a chord held long.
Emotions, a full spectrum.
Darkness, a low rumble.
Light, a high trill.
Hard, a percussive strike.
Soft, a gentle sustain.
Symphonies, vast and sprawling.
Rhapsodies, wild and free.
Logic, a precise sequence.
Mathematics, a hidden structure.
A language without words.
Universal, no translation needed.
Across every boundary.
No wall can hold it back.
Species, all ears attuned.
Culture, a shared experience.
A resonance that binds us.
A bridge built of notes.
Eighty-eight keys.
Eighty-eight possibilities.
Each a doorway.
Each a journey.
From the quietest whisper.
To the loudest roar.
A universe contained.
In the space between.
A heartbeat in rhythm.
A breath in harmony.
The soul expressed.
Pure, unadulterated.
No need for explanation.
No need for justification.
Just the sound.
And the feeling it evokes.
A timeless current.
Flowing through us all.
A language of the heart.
Eighty-eight keys, infinite feeling.
Found myself listening to Jordan Critz.... specifically "Starry Night" and "Novella"
Music can inspire just as much as lyrics, poems, paintings, or nature. They inspire feelings, emotional upheavals, joy, imagination, and can touch everyone a different way.
So, I present for your consumption - Eighty-Eight