passion ~ music ~ dna

Listening to my classical radio this morning, I was enthralled with the featured musicians, - young folks from Bogotá, Colombia. - One young woman named Muselina, a clarinetist, mentioned that Colombian music has passion; another young man said that it's in their DNA. This concept captured my heart and mind. Perhaps I can share that moment with my own DNA's passion and touch yours.

The story related in this video about how classical music is helping in Columbia to shape and encourage the less fortunate young folks is truly inspirational.

Muselina had played her beautifully trained clarinet in a well-known restaurant in her small hometown, moving from table to table, serenading the diners. Someone asked if she "had a real job."

When she was accepted for the Bogotá Filharmonic, which required a major move for her, her parents were so happy that they pulled up stakes and moved there with her, though it meant totally starting over for them. They were all so proud that she "had a real job" with honor and a future.

HARP MUSIC FOR MANY PASSING BY

No musician can bring forth music

From a mute harp.

No perfect harp can play by itself.

Nor can I bring forth from another

What is not there,

Nor respond to rigid fingertips, nor frigid.

I need an instrument

With strings which vibrate

To my touch.

Need the musician

Whose fingertips vibrate

My tones with passion.

Should this displease you, then,

Who linger, listening for silent sounds

And wondering?

Not everyone strums,

Desires harp strains

Nor hums the tune.

Pass on by.

Find your peace with silence

Or learn to blow a horn.

You may catch sounds

Of strings upon the air

From where you sit or blow.

Not every one need know,

Need play a harp

Or be a harp.

There must be some to strum

And some to blow,

To keep the beat.

Some to play the tune,

To be the melody

Or add the harmony.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

You are my harpist;

I am your harp.

I am your harpist;

You are my harp.

There's no other music

Like ours.

The sound

Resounds.

Music fills the air

Where we are found.

We await no audience

But our own.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

The one song

Must end

For another

To begin.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

New Song

I'm

Dancing

In the light.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay