Tears of Gold

The stars rained tears of gold that burned my cheeks in their falling.  I was caught unawares and didn’t know what was happening.  The song was playing with some mystical guitar notes that crept into my heart and caused the feelings to come, unbidden and not wanted, yet there and not able to be stopped.  They sang of a sorrow that was nameless until the notes captured their substance and melted my aching heart.  I longed for release and found it in her notes.  That minstrel singing and the echoing thoughts in dirge-like chords wrenched my soul.

8 responses

  1. Ok, what music is this you write of???

    June 23, 2010 at 11:06 am

    • I don’t remember exactly, but I believe it was from one of my son’s CDs…maybe Desert Serenade from his Brilliance album….

      June 23, 2010 at 11:32 am

  2. byronhj

    I have often been moved by music in a way that is beyond what I can understand and I have often wondered about the power that music has to move men’s souls? Where does it come from? Is it from deep in our past before words were found by man or is it progress from that time, an evolution, growth into individual cultures maybe. Is it a gift even, from somewhere we know not of, something that moves us beyond the five common senses. Like intuition only emotional rather that intellectual. I certainly have not answered the question but I love the possibilities.

    Thanks again Sir!

    June 27, 2010 at 7:07 pm

    • Yes, Byron…more questions…and oceans of possibilities. You are welcome, my friend…and thank you, too. 🙂

      June 27, 2010 at 7:13 pm

  3. Rupert thinks that your guitar needs some sunshine dust, he also thinks that he may like to take it outside to play. The notes may want to be happier then, and maybe he’d like some ice cream.
    I’ve posted.
    I’ve missed this.
    I’ve missed you!
    Please go look.

    July 1, 2010 at 2:48 am

    • Could it be true? 🙂

      July 1, 2010 at 8:20 am

  4. Rupert would like very much to take this guitar outside to play, because he thinks that it will make him a happier thing. He speaks of the guitar needing to eat some icecream and watching the delicious treat drip down the cone.
    The sun is peeking out.
    I am back.
    I have missed this!
    I have missed you.
    I posted.
    Please go look!!

    July 1, 2010 at 2:49 am

    • And sweet Rupert and his guitar! I do hope you’re really back…with your bright sun. I’ve missed you, too, and I’m off to look at what you’ve done again…. 🙂

      July 1, 2010 at 8:21 am

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