Just like light, we exist in distinct packets, each with our own ideas about music, our own instrument, our own methods, our own instructions for creating a structure of sound and silence. We combine our packets of distinctness, and music is born.
And yet, when we bow or pluck a string, strike a stretched skin or a disc of hammered metal, or use our breath to set a column of air in motion, we are waves. With every dance with our instruments, we create waves of vibration that excite and move the molecules of air and matter, of skin and bone and the tiniest membrane of the human body.
Our waves of vibration travel outward from our instruments, joining the vibration of every living and non-living thing, onward to infinity, echo of the Original Vibration.
Listen.
Listen as a particle would listen, from the the center of your distinct and solitary being, from your seat of separateness. Listen to one pure tone, be it bowed or plucked, blown or struck.
Listen. Follow the sound with your eyes as it leaves you. Do you see the air shimmer as it passes through?
Listen. Follow the sound with your ears to the very edge of audibility. Do you still hear it in the silence?
Listen. Follow the sound as it enters your body. Does your heart quicken in recognition?
Listen.
Become the wave.
Now, fly.
Heart To Harp 