Spirit Brothers
Spirit Brothers
We are the chosen ones who God selected when the spirit moved across the waters. We are blessed and cursed by its wayward destinations. Deep inside our soul it came to us for the dawning of our infancy, like a weary poet seeking a home in the wilderness.
It invaded our souls like a marauding army that took no prisoners. It saturated us with its delicate and tearful beauty. It drew us to it like a mother’s breast to the newborn. We clung to it like the moss clinging to a tree. It was like a sacred rite performed by the Gods to intensify the sensitivity within us. We owe our artistic talents and desires to it.
Its secrecy created a brotherhood of the spirit. Music and poetry that emerged from this ceremony became a new sound that could only be heard by the most sensitive ears. It drew two covetous souls together, the artist and the recipient who were both touched by it.
All music and poetry not of this spiritual form are false messiahs. When the source of this sound came not from God, it was influenced by public sentiment who kneaded and shaped if from their own hands. When art became a commodity is when its influence went behind the scenes and became secretive.
Brothers of the spirit, we honor you. Thank you for bringing Michelangelo, Shakespeare, and Debussy, among others to us.
