Maybe its because I’m listening to emotional music –
The harmonic bellows of two amateurs
Fresh off the ‘tube
With more talent than everyone else –
Except maybe Beyoncé –
Their voices turning same-old pop songs
Into mellifluous ballads
Presenting the lyrics to me
In articulations, prompting reflection
And provoking thought –
Unfathomable, wretchedly sincere thought.
I’m a sucker for piano music.
Maybe its because the storm is roaring outside my window –
Distant thunder doesn’t distract or pull me away from my introspection.
Rather, it rumbles gently every few minutes or so
Causing my whole body to tremble
The blinds are drawn – I can’t see shit.
I can only hear the rain brawl outside my window
I can only feel the shudders of thunder,
Lightning striking down surrounding trees and
Leaving so many powerless.
Maybe its just me
And my tendency to overthink every word and
Evaluate every relationship
Combined with two stirring voices,
Merged with the quivers and shivers of the tempest outside,
That makes me reflect more intensely than usual today.
Tonight, I’m listening to Michael Henry and Justin Robinett, two truly talented singers. I encourage you to listen to more of their covers; they are breath-taking: