Monday is a chord.
Some Tuesdays are bright, some Wednesdays are bleak.
Thursdays may be loud and Fridays may resolve to quietness.
Sounds of serenity are found within Saturdays and harshness may speak on Sundays.
The phrases of life we all experience at once. All people living through unique chords, each and every day.
One chord may seem to last a life-time while the next one pulses by in what feels like a singular breath.
Though, every chord, in all that it brings, creates emotional tone colors. Tone colors in the forms of beauty, love, hatred and suffering. Infinite compositions of feelings are what keep the music going.
A progression of emotions found here on this spinning concert hall called Earth.
We are the voices of the chords. What an incredible responsibility. To harmonize with one another.
Because this progression is blissful when the chords are striking just right. Magical moments when the sound of the moment is all that matters.
But, it is also a progression of piercing dissonance, at times. When the notes of the day clash in such a way that challenge us to march through the sounds until the air is cleared.
Until it vanishes. Until silence ends the music for the day. Until the next morning sounds again.
Today is a chord, so let it ring.
-J.S
