Fantasy

Whenever I hear music

  I dream dreams;
Entwined within the rhythm
  So it seems,
I see scenes so great and fair,
And my spirit dances there,
The gay and happy spirit

  Of my dreams.

Sometimes I am a geisha
  girl so small,

Dancing by the cherry
  Trees so tall;

Or Castillian lady fair,

With such back and glossy hair,
Dancing at a gorgeous  
  Spanish ball.

Perhaps I am a colleen

  Shy and sweet,

With an Irish jig and reel

Beneath my feet;

Or a Chinese dancing girl,

With my silken blouse awhirl

Entertaining at an Oriental fete.

Sometimes I am a quiet

Quaker maid,

Not dancing! No, just walking

Prim and staid;

Or a colonial belle of grace,

Weaving a many dainty pace.

In the minuet, as danced

By man and maid.

For the magic of the music,

So it seems,

Sets the stage, and over all

Bright color gleams,

Wrought by tempo, harmony,

By inventive melody.

Whenever I hear music

I dream dreams.

By Mina Morris Scott Circa 1940

I discovered this poem in a book that I unearthed at our local flea market.  It reminded me of how much music has meant to me over the course of my life.  It's part of me like the air I breathe, marking every major moment during my life.

Just today I heard an electric guitar loud and bold. It was played so sweet that I was reminded of a Stradivarius. 

And of Pavarotti's version of Nessun Dorma. 

Some music reminds me of cruising through Italy.  "California Love" sung by Tupac takes me back to dancing in Amsterdam, of all places. Surrounded and laughing with a busload of new Australian friends.

More recently, Seagull reminded me of what it felt like to be 15 and sitting under the moonlight with good friends. Not a care in the world.  The only melodrama in our lives being that which we conjured up ourselves in that overwrought teenage way. 

Through music I can travel anywhere and everywhere at will, across seas and most importantly, back across time.

Thanks to the THE GRAPHICS FAIRY for the dancing girl in the flower covered dress.