The Scribbler

27 November 2009

One voice

Filed under: music — The Scribbler @ 19:44
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Belting out angry guitar to distract and diminish the frustration. Each stress a string pulled tight and strummed until my whole body vibrates on the edge of… I know not what.

Driving bass and drums kick in. Strength and determination. A sly smile at the inevitability of moving forward, moving on, leaving this behind.

Headphones too loud for comfort. Block out. Exclude. Escape. Until that voice fills my head. Right here at my heart and centre. Passion and love, anger, desire, pain and truth, and today, when I need it…joy.

A voice of hope. A voice of experience. A teller of stories, a lover of words. One not afraid of looking foolish. One not afraid to risk exposing his heart. To crack open the breastbone and reach inside. Coarse, visceral, challenging, real.

I take strength from his strength, softness from his softness and find peace in this exquisite noise.


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