Music

I am reading a book, entitled ; “Silence, (in the age of noise.)” Written by: Erline Kagge, he asked Mark Juncosa , “When I asked Mark Juncosa, one of the minds behind Musk’s space programme, whether he ever has the chance to think out the ideas that could revolutionize the rocket industry, he replied: “A normal work day at best contains eight hours of meetings, a few hours to respond to emails. It all blurs together. The only time to shut out the world is when I exercise, surf, take a shower or sit on the toilet. That’s when new solutions surface.”

Excerpt From
Silence
Erling Kagge & Becky L. Crook
https://books.apple.com/us/book/silence/id1217089376
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To make my point, a song came to me taking a shower, it came so quickly, I could only step outside to grab a piece of paper and pen and write it down, wet and smeared ink , I later copied it to Microsoft word.

The song was , “Whispered Prayer,” The music to the song was Written and Produced by Christine McNeill-Matteson, Music Written and Performed by Kip Haaheim ,Vocals by Katie Bieber.

First published in “Pieces of Divine Masterpieces: Poet’s Voice, Agathos: An International Review of Humanities and Social Science. ”

To affirm, Mark Juncosa , (Chief Engineer at Space X, ) in his interview with Erline Kragge, “Silence “; polished and copyrighted by, Pantheon, a division of Random House, LLC, 2017.

I get it.” Bob Dylan gets it, as he explains in a 60 minute interview, most artist gets it.

Free your space, and let creativity come to you. Find your ‘silence.’

Below the song…

He dances and laughs

Smiles and sings with everyone.

Solos his heart rings

© CMM. 2020

Tempest ages of tales from lofts

of organs and replicas of saints.

Covered icons to express a time

quiet memories of prayers unsaid.

Whispered among the pews of

the faithful few, wanting …

humanity is deafened to creation.

Signs and wonders are fewer

as ages of hopeful hopeless.

Crossing always into a river of regret

it never matters if we are aware.

It is who we are as oneness,

it is who we are as togetherness

from the beginning, to the recognition

just before, just before the river of regret.

Copyrighted 2018  CMM

I remember your silver retro tree

sitting on your desk,

the ornaments of blue reflecting

years past of the-other-day.

I smile to remember our verbal

folly of the tacky tree

You would reply, it is the best,

and I would smile, and say ok.

The truth is, it was the best.

Memories of drive-in movies

and sock hops reflected in the light

of the mulit-color turning wheel.

I remember your silver tree,

your jolly laugh of folly and doo-wop.

Jokes of the past being the best of all.

I now remember,  smile, and miss you.

Copyrighted:  2017 CMM

RIP  Prof. Doo-wop (2012)

Produced/written by:  Christine McNeill-Matteson

Music Composed /Performed by: Kip Haaheim

Vocalist/ Katie Bieber

Gentle steps of the keys play separately,

yet, together the music becomes a harmony

of memory and of verse.

Verse now resident of the soul,

to be written in prose of tomorrows.

Forgotten, we continue with music,

music of feelings never forgotten

in our today, yet the keyboards still play…

©  CMM  2013