May 11, 2020
I see music in my mind, swirling and cascading down and around in the wind. I feel music tip toeing on my heart with the crescendo of every sonata ever composed. I recognize Rimsky-Korsakovís Flight of the Bumble Bees like no other sound I have ever heard. Yo-Yo Maís cello sends a character over a bridge like it is romantic to die. I can see My Funny Valentine as I drift off with a smile. And no one can take you on lovely lovely lovely ride on a wild blowing wind like Nina Simone; floating on her melancholy river ride.