I know you well Time,
giving gifts with the right hand –
while left picks pockets.
Memory can be a broken glass, a misty old photo – or ripples in the stream that connects yesterday to tomorrow. We stand on the bridge of today, watching moments drift down stream, …. or perhaps they are clinging to the banks as ripples grow new ones. We build up analogies and metaphors tied together with similes and equations trying to make sense of it, but time slips & splashes between the fingers , a heavy drizzle that clings to us, weighing us down.
Music can transcend the moment or freeze it in a melodious amber. The lyrics form the sharp edges that sparkle against the lustre of rhythm and note. A recent song can be transformed into another era with the right orchestration – linking generations and revealing the commonality of the heart’s yearning, wherever they stand on the bridge of time……….. just as a soulful voice can transcend the barrier of language to remind us that the longitude & latitude of our humanity is the same.