Music Baby

Every so often a song jumps out at me; sometimes the song is new, sometimes old, sometimes popular, and sometimes not. Sometimes I put that song on one of my sites and this, as it seems, is happening right now. This song is incredible. I love to put it on my big stereo in the family room and turn it up. I am a music lover and listen not only to the words and music but the structure of that music as well. This song starts out quiet, with nothing but a muted rhythm guitar and vocals. As the song goes on, the bass fades in, then the drums, then a single note from a second guitar and so on. By the end of the song, the pictures on my walls are vibrating with the music. This is like life I guess. It starts out so simple and we continue to add things until the pictures start to vibrate. This life is hard and even the good things add some vibration. When this vibration starts, we have two choices; either turn down the music or accept that the pictures will fall and break. I wish I would have had access to the volume knob or known better how to use it. I wish I had known the extent of the vibration. The pictures that fell and broke were priceless and the pieces of shattered glass continue to find ways to inflict pain. I wonder how this song will end; I wonder how long someone would follow a direction that continues to prove itself wrong.

On three occasions I saw a new mother cry. The release of the combined emotions of love and joy coupled with such intense pain and complete exhaustion created a sound like I've not heard any other time in my life. I wonder where those emotion went. Those three days mark the highest points I've ever known. When those angels opened their eyes, my commitment to my children started and will continue for the rest of my life.

lightning crashes, a new mother cries
her placenta falls to the floor
the angel opens her eyes
the confusion sets in
before the doctor can even close the door

lightning crashes, an old mother dies
her intentions fall to the floor
the angel closes her eyes
the confusion that was hers
belongs now, to the baby down the hall

oh now feel it comin' back again
like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it.

lightning crashes, a new mother cries
this moment she's been waiting for
the angel opens her eyes
pale blue colored iris,
presents the circle
and puts the glory out to hide, hide.