Saturday, July 14, 2012

That which cannot be put into words.


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Piano



“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent.”  ― Victor Hugo
You may think this a strange post coming from a girl who has never learned to play an instrument and could not sing well if her life depended on it. But this fact has never removed the unimaginable joy that I find in the thing known to all as  m u s i c .

It may seem a simple matter, even something you could live without. But if you are prepared to make such a claim, first sit and ponder that thought . . . no music to hum while folding the laundry; no tune that you hear driving down the road that gives you the irresistable itch to tap your fingers on the steering wheel; no soaring melody that makes you want to dance until you collapse with weariness. In the words of Mrs. Elton, "Life would be a blank." And for once, I am forced to agree with her.


Music, as Hugo said, expresses that which cannot be put into words. Poetry is a beautiful thing in its own right, but nothing can compare to the sensation one gets when listening to a small, delicious strain of music. Just a few notes, and you are transported, spinning away in a wonderful dreamworld.
“Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything.” ― Plato
Music also has the power to bring back memories of times past. Hearing the beginning of an old Disney song automatically puts me in the mind of the child I was many years ago, playing the hours away with my sisters. Play an old song to which I once danced in a recital, and I will find it nearly impossible not to start doing the steps right then and there. Movie soundtracks, such as the scores of the Narnia films, The Patriot, North & South, or Little Women, all cause their respective stories to flood through my head in a moment. The soaring notes that begin the musical Les Misérables fill me with misery, happiness, and heartbreak: all at the same time. 

gorgeous.

Music tells a story. Music brings stories to life. We work hard to memorize the words of men and women we admire, but we rarely have to make an effort to remember a song we loved. In short, music can be both a blessing and a curse. It is a wonderful gift, but it is also a powerful one, making it imperative to choose well that which we feed our minds. Because whether you like it or not, it will affect you.


Elizabeth Rose is a Christian young lady seeking to live every day of her life in accordance with 1 Corinthians 10:31. She loves all sorts of books (the thicker the better), is convinced that Irish Breakfast tea is the closest thing in this world to heaven, dances until her feet ache (and loves every minute of it), stays up until all hours writing, wears pearls at every opportunity, and obsesses over Les Misérables and The Scarlet Pimpernel. You can find her on Literary Lane, most likely with The Count of Monte Cristo in hand and ink on her fingers.

2 comments:

  1. Lovely guest post, Elizabeth! :) Loved it!

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  2. I love the Hugo and Plato quotes. They need a "verily, verily" at their beginnings. Music is dynamic, and I will consider it a grand achievement to write something truly great one day (maybe posthumous).
    "My heart is stirred by a noble theme as I recite my verses for the king; my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer. You are the most excellent of men..." ~ Ps 45:1-2

    Thanks for babysitting, Elizabeth!
    ~ Sonkist, Song. 1:2

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