Saturday, July 18, 2020

Ennio Morricone's "Gabriel's Oboe."


As I close my eyes and listen to the oboe, I write thusly:
I can envision cool water running down the mountain, a waterfall, refreshing, exhilarating, I am enlightened by sound.  
A mood is hastened, oh so gently.
The strings enjoin the oboe in a dance not macabre but of joy, strengthening into knowledge, into understanding.  Shed no tears for love is not far off.  Enlightenment can be attained through goodness and charity and prayer.  Beauty and sincerity end their sensual dance as the oboe fades into nothingness.

Rich M.
July 2020

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