Thread: The Nature of Music

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This poem really grew on me. The synesthesia (if that's the right word) worked great. I'm sure it must be an acquired taste (so to speak) but I consider it the natural resting state of the mind.

I think you're pretty brave to write about something as potentially meaningful as a thunderstorm. I usually try to limit myself to whimsy out of fear of being pretentious.

My favorite line is this one:

even the essence of silence glitters
like the harmonious plucks
of the golden harps played by the angels

I'm obsessed with the concept of silence and non-being. I found I worked consciously with these concepts and only later realized the Chinese Taoists had understood this process for thousands of years.