Is anyone out there lonesome anymore?
There are certain guitar chords/notes that sound like loneliness.
The music of the World is full of this sound. This sound is the Blues.
Blues, they belong to everyone.
Blues, if not for the blues we may never have left the caves,
Some cave-dwelling cat caught in a downdraft lets out a low moan.
His mate touches his finger. She knows every mark on his body.
Now she sees a different kind of mark.
Now she begins to form a new kind of thought,
something more than pictures and sounds.
Now she knows something new about herself.
Now she knows the difference between alone and lonely.
Now she knows her destiny is in the open spaces.
Now she knows the Blues are what haunt the eyes of her lover.
Now she takes his hand.
Now she understands.
Origins
04 Thursday Jan 2018
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