I am given something precious. It has no scent. It is not something I can touch, taste, hear nor see. It cannot be planned. It is beyond price, ephemeral. Music is the kindle of this gift.
I am present at a moment of deep feeling, of gentle yet overwhelming force. A moment of sadness, comfort, and love. Before long composure returns and distance returns.
Another's experience becomes respected, treasured, despite the smallness of its time.
A short orchestral piece supports The Right to Love.
Music makes me feel, at times it reaches those most tender places of the heart.
Love has no reason save itself.
Save: other than, but, except. To keep safe or rescue from harm or danger. To store for future use.
I imagine standing in the middle of a large field as snowflakes gently begin to fall. I am wrapped up warm and well. I look up at the magical moving sight. I turn, slowly, my face full to sky. I feel the fresh wet tingle of flake upon my skin. Nature swathes its white beauty, soft upon the earth.
I imagine someone far away thinking, feeling, this same thought. If we do not share this place, it is lost: a thought that comes and goes. The world is far too full of moments lost, and so we make.
William Shakespeare
A place where one fresh thought is presented every day.
Think This Today is the creation of Mike de Sousa, an artist, writer, and composer.