MEMOIR WRITING / POETRY
Don’t Let Your Music Die Inside of You
The heArtist
“Don’t die with your music still inside you. Listen to your intuitive inner voice and find what passion stirs your soul.”
Wayne Dyer
I love writing. I love poetry. I love music. I love dancing. I love a great show. I never took the chance to share my artistic creativity. As a youngster, I enjoyed to colour outside the lines. Neat and steady were not the hallmarks of my excited hands! Pencils and paintbrushes leaving a cryptic language that only I could ever decipher. My voice too hesitant to sing in tune. I was introverted and bashful. My feet were always a little bit behind the beat. My looks were never what the theatre parts were calling for.
I was never met kindly by the judges of artistic abilities. I always believed that I needed permission to be creative. Somehow I felt that I had failed a test. I waited but I never got a call for an audition. I was never invited back to the creative party at a young age. I learned to sing myself to sleep with the voices crooning from a small radio and I wrote feverishly for my eyes only.
I have always wanted to share music and set words free. To be me. Original. Free. To sing my own words. To send my own poems out into the world. No rules. No judgement. No outcome. No permission required.
My first book Cuoreosity, The heArt of Being, sings to this journey home. I still feel the music most days. I sense the coming storm and the words find me. I just set them free. It’s time for me to meet the world. I’m ready to live life as art. A never-ending love hymn. Never just a poet. Always the poem!
The heArtist
I often wake to a rhythm in my mind Waves rolling in with a storm of words that would soon be calling I usually feel a poem before I see one I usually hear a poem before I write one In the quiet darkness I sense a song Loudly I hum along to it It is clear I do not know how to write notes I cannot sing in tune I sing from my heart I sing from my soul The waves calling me to follow To dive into the current I feel what the rhythm is singing to me I feel a cello concerto bathed in jazz I feel a soft whiskey-drenched lament dancing with the wild invitation of a lonely guitar I feel a thundering rock anthem holding hands with a Celtic-infused blue grass rhapsody I feel a love song I feel the tears of a courageous piano I feel a bouzouki tickling my feet to get up and dance The drum and bass, a loyal heartbeat that holds it all in time In the darkness, I have to move I hear a voice start to whisper the words I disappear to ride the waves and plunge into the storm I breathe in deeply and breathe out into a poem
© Jamie Millard
- What music do you still have to sing before you die?
Thanks, Susi for this wonderful publication to share with!
Lots of Love,
Jamie
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