It captivated me. Pulled me in and made me listen. It pinned me down and kept me still enough to allow my mind to let go and take a journey. It sounded strange in my ears and made me feel soothed and yet creeped out all at the same time.
I'm talking about a song called Hide and Seek. I'm hoping by the time you get to this paragraph, I have at least peeked your interest. If you like music at all, and have somewhat of an open mind, I highly recommend you give the song a listen.
The first time I heard the song, it was the original recording by the artist Imogen Heap. It was interesting enough that I downloaded it on iTunes and added it to my library. It was later on someone else shared another recording of the song and it truly touched me. It was performed by a college acapella group called Rice Philharmonics. The harmony, rhythms, and textures were so rich and haunting, I had to write about it. Below is the inspiration poem I wrote from listening to Hide and Seek, sung by Rice Philharmonics.
I hope you enjoy......
SAR (Smile At Random)
Hide & Seek Inspiration
it brings me to a place
where I feel anything is possible
the boundary between my body and the world around me disappears slowly
as the edges fade and blend together like a blooming watercolor
I feel my gut churn and my soul vibrate
it burns and ignites all my dreams and aspirations come rushing towards me
it floods my mind with colors, smells, memories, and possibilities
I listen as the harmonies resonate and soak within
the words are meaningless at first
I can only pay attention to the beautiful sound and silence
whispers and warm breezes flow through imaginary air
it grabs
and let’s go
it stirs emotions I cannot place
it hints of dark, hope, and of sadness
I’m strangely drawn to it
mysterious and simple
yet so complex
essence of life and meaning, linger… then become known
a shower of fire and ice falls gently… expanding and retreating all at once
it reminds me to keep more magic in my life
to hold my breath more often and longer
keeping things still enough to allow the images to set and stick
it illuminates the unseen and softens that which is too bright
making things
just right
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