Symphony
My lovely Dad died 6 months ago. And each month that passes - each 6th of the month - brings something new and different to ponder. Last month, I was thinking about the end of Dad's life and how it had been a gradual, steady slowing down. A " rallentando " in musical terms. Dad was a great musician and I like to think he would have enjoyed that notion. So I wrote this a month ago and now, as another month has passed without him and we have somehow hit the half year mark, it feels good to share these words. Symphony One tune - small, compact. A few notes on the stave The harmonies tight, The chords close. Then gradually the phrases grew. Each crescendo bigger than the last. Each flourish greater than before. The melody evolved. The keys changed. The chords grew. Each new note adding New tone, new colour. The tune became a movement. The movements became a symphony. The themes and variations were full of Colour and feeling - Life’s rhythms of joy, sorrow, then joy aga...