singing, chanting, and words

by walterdoege

words are a part of me, and you…even when I hear a song, a pure melodic song, and pure signifies only musical notes…may be two beats in a drum in a sequence…one beat is different from the other…sounds differently…each one has a tune…an uniqueness, a singularity…these two beats are inhabited by different songs…and when I listen two drum beats, somehow each beat is inhabited by a word…when I sing the lyrics of a song, a little part of the lyrics, each word sounds differently, even when I sing silently, as when I pray…sometimes I pray in loud voice…sometimes I pray silently, but each word I can sense in my prays, sounds differently…frequently the first words present a tonality different from the final words of my prayers…the final words are more sweet…more soft…more peaceful…more grateful…more beautiful…when I am just chanting some words, or listending to a radio music…I listen more or less inside each word inside the song of the music…the musical phrases are composed of musical notes, but each musical note sounds differently…each musical note carries a word with it…when I chant a song each word is a song itself, and some paisage of words and images is presented…some imagination is ever present…when I love some music, some song, some sound…I can sense the song itself and the word close to it…it’s a matter of temperament…and singing and chanting words, loudly or silently, with love intention, with good will…all I feel is love…this one love…this one music…these countless words to sense one word…love…a word is a mark in a rock, in the sand, in a paper, in a book, at the skin…and is inhabited by a song…a word sounds, even when whispered silently…if we can sing and chant together, the words are ourselves in motion