Jim Wilsons Olympian Dreams streams through my earphones. Pandora is set to David Tolk so this melody is included. I watch the mantis leaves on a child Aspen clap, the rising mountains their canvassed backdrop. These revealing seasons: Gods artistry.
Attention catches in my heart. Something hidden, veiled beneath the music ... I strain to hear. The buzz of the coffee shop fades, disappears as I lean hard into the music. Pressing my left earbud further into the canal, I focus hard to hear, to understand. What is that deep reverberation? I think of manna...what is it? Oh my untrained ear...and yet recognition, familiarity, desire to understand . I wish suddenly for a trained musician to instruct.
What is playing that singular tune; such a veiled background that I've never heard it as critical backdrop? Backdrop like those mountains behind that tree; the entire context really. How could I have never heard this unknown instrument? And yet strain for its steady ballad because I somehow know it so well? Or long to.