There is at times, when I practice music, a chord that I come across, that has such a beautiful sound, that the sound of it resonates through me, I don't as much hear it as feel it within.
And I find myself going over that music, playing it over and over again, just so I can reach that point and hear that lovely chord again.
The rest of the music is like a frame, surrounding this one little part, it exists to showcase just this set of notes, so when you hear it, you also tuck them into your heart.
I think of our love so much like that, a shimmering treasure that sets off our days...and time is the frame for this rarest of things, this love we show in a thousand ways.
And everything we do is like practicing that song, a sharing of this beautiful treasure, for there is no greater joy than to experience yet again, this happiness we have beyond measure.
Each touch of your hand, the sound of your voice, the look in your eyes are all a part.... that I want to see, hear and touch yet again, and cherish each one in my heart.
I awake each morning with a prayer of thanksgiving and praise that I lift to my Father in heaven above, for the wonder and joy that will be mine again today, for each moment we share is a chord of love.
I've heard it said that every beautiful piece of music is perfected when it has its melody and its harmony. But it's true... each individual chord is uniquely important to making a masterpiece of the whole. Thought provoking.