Pursuit of the Passions
Image Courtesy: Ellie Amos
Music.
Drifting off to sleep
I replay in my mind
Four lines from that song
I always listen to.
So brilliant, I think –
But am I as talented as my idols?
I wonder if I listen to this song enough,
If I’ll internalize its brilliancy,
If my own work can then inspire
The future of music.
In my dreams
I compose a song of my own
And upon waking, I replay it
On repeat,
Only for sunlight to fill the room
And the reality of day
To set in, stealing my song slowly
Away,
Away…
Image Courtesy: Ellie Amos
Art.
What is revolutionary?
Perhaps random lines across paper,
Random colors splattered in between.
Void of purpose.
Is that something wild, something strange?
But I find that in the meaninglessness,
I only curate meaning.
I can only create
From the mess of my mind,
From the mess of my heart and soul.
What I’ve seen and what I’ve loved,
What I’ve dreamed and what I’ve wished.
Nothing is without meaning
So long as the artist
Wishes to touch the world.
Image Courtesy: Ellie Amos
Love.
Drifting off to sleep
I replay in my mind
Four lines you said yesterday,
And I wonder about the question asked by all:
Does it matter?
Does it hold any weight
For two to love one another,
For words to be said with all of one’s heart,
For the other to repeat them
While drifting off to sleep?
Is it all meaningless,
Is it all an illusion –
What if love is just a dream?
If you choose to paint in those colors,
If you choose to draw those lines,
If the melody causes you to sing,
And if the drums make your body sway
To the rhythm, to the beat you created…
If you choose to express yourself
In music, in art,
In four lines of love –
Then it matters,
Then it is revolutionary,
Then it has purpose,
Then it holds weight.
Strike Out,
Writer: Ellie Amos
Editor: Isabel Wilder
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