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As I think about the Grammy awards that were presented a little over a week ago and the numerous musical forms they recognized, I realize, again, the remarkable fact of music in this adventure we call life. To form sound, to frame melody, to write song: there is nothing quite like these in all the cosmos. Our ability to visualize and compose music mirrors, mirrors as both reflection and extension of the marvel of existence, the capacity of the universe to express itself in sound. Unbidden, unsought, the universe speaks to us every moment of every day. It's never totally silent.
Before composers like Mendlessohn, we can therefore only weep in amazement, astonished that we understand the fact of melody and sound, and that we can emulate, albeit in shattered form, the timeless and ageless marvel of that which empowers and expresses what is.
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