Introduction to Music.
Your conceivers
exist no more— but
their memories awake
to superior ranks—
through the range
of soundscapes— of
which you appear. In
front of you— i sit
folded legs— eyes closed,
arms down, hands up
towards the heavens— who
accept my praise for
receiving your offering.
You are music— introduced in the
most common & extraordinary
remastering— bringing
peace, connection, &
Love (for you are my
first). You choose not
to believe— but remind
me— i’m no stranger to
hurt— no alien to forgettable
worlds— no unforeseen
diagnosis. Meditating—i inhale
knowing you’ve shared
secrets— i haven’t kept—
unraveled lyrics my bass
focused mind wouldn’t
hear— signaled my dawn
awake— which i’d receive— &
fall back asleep. ‘Til this
antenna & static free mind
could exhale for your reflection
to rise to superior ranks—
through the range of
soundscapes of
which you appear— not
just in forms of jazz, gospel,
r & b, or hip hop— but in
humanistic rhythms &
poetic tempos from
the music of existence. For
you become human— in full
flesh & soul— here to
show me the way. In front
of you, i stand on
strengthened legs, arms
lifted high— hands expressing
joy to the heavens—
who accept my gratitude
for the common & extraordinary
peace, connection, & Love
you bring. You are music—
introduced & received
in ways that unshackle my
dances— move my spirit—
mediate my soul &
arrange the soundscapes
for me to sing you
your praise.
Mark Anthony Thomas
Copyright © 2004