Dear Bret, I know it may seem inappropriate to celebrate the beauty of art in these difficult times but I am convinced that music offer us the strength to weather any storm. Your moving evocation of Horace Silver Legacy remind me the superb compositions of his spiritual album "The United States of Mind" as well as the touching words of this poem that Horace Silver wrote as a kind of epigraph for his fantastic autobiography:
"I Speak Music
I speak music, the international language.
I speak and people everywhere understand me.
I speak and people listen.
I speak and people dance.
I speak and people sing.
I speak and people pat their feet and clap their hands. Occasionally I speak and people cry, but more often when I speak I bring joy, happiness, and uplift.
I speak music, the universal language.
I speak and the universe speaks to me.
I speak and the universe speaks through me.
I speak music, the personal language of my soul.
I seek music that will change the blues within my soul to
a rhapsody.
I speak the music of my thought.
I speak the music of my word.
I speak the music of my deed.
I speak the music of my soul, which is continually being composed and de-composed, arranged and re-arranged
so that its melody, harmony, and rhythm may be in accord
Gary, without music, I don't know how I'd make it through these troubling times. Horace wrote a number of very spiritual songs, with lyrics that really matter. Thanks for sharing this poem!
Dear Bret, I know it may seem inappropriate to celebrate the beauty of art in these difficult times but I am convinced that music offer us the strength to weather any storm. Your moving evocation of Horace Silver Legacy remind me the superb compositions of his spiritual album "The United States of Mind" as well as the touching words of this poem that Horace Silver wrote as a kind of epigraph for his fantastic autobiography:
"I Speak Music
I speak music, the international language.
I speak and people everywhere understand me.
I speak and people listen.
I speak and people dance.
I speak and people sing.
I speak and people pat their feet and clap their hands. Occasionally I speak and people cry, but more often when I speak I bring joy, happiness, and uplift.
I speak music, the universal language.
I speak and the universe speaks to me.
I speak and the universe speaks through me.
I speak music, the personal language of my soul.
I seek music that will change the blues within my soul to
a rhapsody.
I speak the music of my thought.
I speak the music of my word.
I speak the music of my deed.
I speak the music of my soul, which is continually being composed and de-composed, arranged and re-arranged
so that its melody, harmony, and rhythm may be in accord
with all people and the universe.
Horace Silver"
Gary, without music, I don't know how I'd make it through these troubling times. Horace wrote a number of very spiritual songs, with lyrics that really matter. Thanks for sharing this poem!