(Dedicated to Andy Dennen and his music)
We are so
many individual notes incapable of forming a chord,
only single, miscellaneous
notations
Why can’t
we arrange our thoughts and words into measures and phrases coming together to
create harmony instead of clashing sounds in different keys and time
signatures?
We are so
used to crashing, blaring, and harsh cacophony that the sweetness of melody has
been buried beneath the constant dissonance.
Not that all
dissonance is bad;
atonal compositions can be as lovely as sweet harmonies and resolved chords.
Improvisation,
the scat of unfinished thought;
cadenzas, descants, flourishes, and unusual intervals are as important to
discourse as to music.
Yet, here
we are, single notes marching formless and alone with no one to arrange
cadence.
Ronda
Scott-Marak
© 9 July 2022
