(For this month’s Slice of Life Challenge with Two Writing Teachers, I am aiming to do Six Word Slices most days, with some extended slices on other days.)
Context: I’ll often pick up my guitar and just play whatever gets played, with no plans at all. It’s not practice. It’s just playing. These moments are often where new songs come from. A chord progression, a small melodic lick, or just random humming might suggest a song. Yesterday, I hit an accidental chord … and was intrigued. But no amount of tinkering could bring an odd kernel of an idea I had into visibility. The chord never really struck again. I’ll go back today and see if a song surfaces.
Peace (sounds good),
Kevin
Mysterious chord yet to inspire song?
Chance to see a hidden chord.
Popping out of nowhere- Now Here
I can hear a song in the post. Your phrasing of words is melodic.
I love reading excerpts in books and now in slices of people playing musical instruments–maybe because I wish I’d never quit and I admire these abilities so much.
Fingers move.
Music. Beauty.
Pause. Listen.
I know what you mean. While mine is not musical, I wish I could hold on to those elusive thoughts I have in the predawn.
patient
persistent
(non) practice
Tripped upon a chord
A song to be discovered
Fingers dancing on the strings.
A melody is born.