“I read the news today, oh boy…” –Lennon-McCartney
Just as civilization’s light pollution washes out the stars at night, its noise pollution drowns out the celestial choirs.
“Music in the soul can be heard by the universe.” –Lao-Tzu
Bellicose static batters the airwaves with soundbites like sticks and stones.
“Soul music is timeless.” –Alicia Keys
To clear the static and turn on the stars, we change the station.
“There is geometry in the humming of the strings, there is music in the spacing of the spheres.” –Pythagoras
A golden oldie is, like moonlight and love songs, never out of date.
“The principle of the endless melody is the perpetual becoming of a music that never had any reason for starting, any more than it has any reason for ending.” –Igor Stravinsky
It twitters higher than birds on a wireless.
“Whistling is the music of the soul.” –Whistlin’ Tom
It sub-woofs deeper than didgeridoos Down Under.
“Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.” –Henry Ward Beecher
And it sparkles like a belly-dancer’s navel.
“Discourse on virtue and they pass by in droves. Whistle and dance the shimmy, and you’ve got an audience.” –Diogenes
But the only frequencies that penetrate civilization’s harsh glare and rude noise, are those which illuminate the stars and ring true to the celestial choir.
“The bells were still sending their circles of sound into the air.” –Georges Simenon