| Beautiful Cacophony As I�m listening I hear many things� and it�s amazing what wonders the spring breeze carries. I hear the whirring of the fan as its blades concoct a current of wind, and I hear the distant sound of a car lazily passing by the house and moving on to God knows where. I hear segments of an over-exuberant, irritating pop song from the neighbor�s stereo that�s up too loud. I also hear the neighbor playing basketball, the erratic beat of the orange sphere carrying a slight tinge of agitation that flows on the breeze, wafting into my room� and into my mind. The distant sound of a lawnmower trimming the grass can be heard, rhythmic and flowing despite its unusual source. It creates an unlikely melody with the untamed basketball� and they both go on, blades cutting grass and concrete resonating the tangy high-pitched noise. And songbirds can be heard: all types. Most of them creating the God-awful squawking noise we�ve all become so accustomed to, but others creating their song of beauty. And that blends in with the distant pop song, and that in turn blends in with the cheap music resonating from my computer�s speakers� because the screensaver just turned on. It�s just another noise to add to this cacophony, this chaos that we call daily life. I don�t think one needs eyes to see how confusing the planet is. Our ears are like eyes: they can see the music of life. And I realize that this music our souls carry is a jumble of notes and tunes: none of them making sense, and all of them ambiguous. But this melody we make is beautiful� and if I close my eyes I can see it and it is wonderful. I know this melody off by heart; I play an instrument that adds to the music and song. Everything around us is life. Yes, sometimes this beautiful melody of life gets out of tune and ugly, but it is still beautiful. And I would rather hear something than nothing. Wouldn�t you? by Emerald Eyes |