This incredibly heavy box of music is sitting in the middle of my kitchen. It represents over a decade of choral music collected by one of our church accompanists. In the same way as I hoard books, she hoards music, and for the same reason – it speaks to her.
Notes build phrases of melody that blend into harmony, creating music that sings in my heart.
Letters become words and sentences, and grow into stories that beguile my imagination.
The creativity represented by all this music staggers me. Each song is unique and represents hours, days, months or maybe even years of the composer’s time. More significant is the piece of its creator’s soul that is embedded in the reality of each.
Composing words and music are both forms of writing, totally different, and yet so very much the same.
If you are a writer, do you find your creativity spills over into other forms of art?
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