In Tune with the Melody

Quiet.

Just stop.

Breathe.

Where are you thoughts?

Where are you?

Can you hear the music of your soul? The rhythm of your heart?

What song is your life?

No I'm not talking about the Facebook notes where you make up the soundtrack of your life. Not even words can totally encompass each part of your life.

Each moment is like being caught in a trance of an unheard song. Emotions rise and fall as the crescendos in the piece. Seconds slow down into a legato whole note, gently roaring over the tension of stress. Your body is meant to react, no, to dance in tempo to this piece heard only by you.

If life can be like a radio, and pick up on waves of sounds, it would be easier to explain. For now I must leave the description to merely be the distinction of living in the moment, getting caught in the past, or racing too far into the future. Yet I also know what it means to be living in a different place than where I currently am. What would normally be called a rainy day, I call it my English home. Or the moment I get caught in a deja vu, it is that one afternoon at home, in the kitchen, listening to NPR while working on my math homework.

Even if these count as being in the moment, I brand these moments as reoccurring themes. They are the melodic patterns that weave my life into a complex and developing piece.

Writing songs sometimes proves difficult. Sometimes the words come first. Sometimes the melody. If I get lucky, I manage to have my guitar in hand with a notebook lies nearby. At least then I can jot down the chords and words as soon as I can grasp them out of the air. As long as I leave a chord progression, I can figure out the melody that I had wove.

Surprisingly, I have actually gathered a few number of songs that are willing to become harmonies to my life. They capture moments in my life that I want to preserve. Emotions may be fluid, but on paper they become immobilized.

As I start to review my files, these songs allow me to give more depth and insight to those fleeting moments. Though I have always been shy to edit my own poems, songs give me more time. Unlike the words that I allow to pour out of me, the structured forms give a formal beginning and end. Each piece is separate from each other, though akin. Music acts like a family to me, whilst prose is one and the same.

I would dare to say that the true melody of my life lies within prose as music accompanies it into a more diverse and complete one.

Therefore my talents depend on each other. To live to the fullest, I need to compose to the fullest. Writing is the structure, music the energy, and acting the articulation of life.

Simple Beginning

Weclome to Intangible Battles.

This is my playground for thoughts and commentary of various sorts. Too often I find my mind clogged up with things that I want to share, but do not know how. I think a blog would be helpful to me, and provide a breeding ground for other thoughts of others. My work involves a large amount of analysis and processing. As an actress, I need the depth of a person and more. As a musician, I need the understanding of emotions and mechanics. As a stage hand, I need a sharp eye. As a leader, I need an objective and reasoning mind. With all of these labels, I go beyond what I know and learn more about others.

There will be a few blogs to go up quickly in the few days, for I have stored up a few pieces that I have written in the past few months. They cover a few topics, and tend to be a tad random. And then there is a bit of humor and I tend to be sarcastic at times. Can't afford to be too tightly wound up. 

Thank you for checking out this blog, and come again to see more of my thoughts soon.