As I listen to “Time” the Wonderful symphony of Joe
Alexander Shepherd,
His beautiful piece shepherds to me to clear thoughts,
beautiful memories,
Some of failures and
some of victories,
Such music caresses my ears, my heart the depth of my soul,
there’s some unexplained peace
About such a piece, every chord struck every key, every note
seems to be place in perfect harmony,
Clearly music is the language of the angels,
The universal Language understood both by mortals and
immortals,
Piercing through the
very fabric of time, a universal Portal,
Time freezes and I can clearly visualize every bit of information,
I can clearly see the transformation of milliseconds to seconds, seconds to minutes, minutes to hours, hours to Days, Days to months, Months to years, years to centuries and centuries to millennia,
I can clearly see the transformation of milliseconds to seconds, seconds to minutes, minutes to hours, hours to Days, Days to months, Months to years, years to centuries and centuries to millennia,
As the tempo increases, and the music reaches a climax, I
crave for the melody to continue into a perpetual high
A conceptual impossibility,
I realize that all
good things have to come to an end, as I slowly jet back into the rugged reality
of lIfe,
I can only play and replay but each time will be different,
not as beautiful and satisfactory as the first time,
As the melody slowly and surely comes to the Last key, the
Last note,
I feel the goose bumps a breath of fresh air, clearly little
compares.
