Rhythm and Blues

"And God said, Let there be light; and there was light. And God saw that the light was good; and God separated the light from the darkness."

And in the light the seed of rhythm and blues exploded. And the earth trembled.




Standing naked and vulnerable beholding the gift of life our fists clutching hopes and dreams, we gaze at the stars. With courage and fear we look up and witness all that comes to us from that wide open sky. We are the eternal vastness existing inside of that which swallows us. We are the seeds of language and we speak of its voice through music. Our throats warble joyful bird songs and yes we suffer; not because it's required of us, we suffer because we've acquired the language of suffering ... this is why we sing.


Carol Brown ©