Wind chimes remind

It’s a windy day and the wind chimes are reminding me of the tuneless melody that has accompanied these scribbles for nigh on five years.

Music is everywhere 

if you know how to listen —

if you remember to listen —

there are rhythms in everything that is —

the tick of the clocks —

the songs of birds — 

the wind that rises and falls like breathing —

the crunch of old leaves underfoot —

the romping of puppies and the clicking of old dog —

even in their growls as they tug with their play toys —

rhythmic and melodic and all around —

purring of cat —

the hums and whirls and bumping of machines —

patterns in the deliveries of talking heads

that can be discerned even when the words can’t —

it’s all music,


Just listen to it all! 

Published by WarrenBluhm

Wordsmith and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with his wife, two golden retrievers, Dejah and Summer, and Blackberry, an insistent cat. Author of It's Going to Be All Right, Echoes of Freedom Past, Full, Refuse to be Afraid, Gladness is Infectious, 24 flashes, How to Play a Blue Guitar, Myke Phoenix: The Complete Novelettes, A Bridge at Crossroads, The Imaginary Bomb, A Scream of Consciousness, and The Imaginary Revolution.

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