THE RHYTHM OF THE RAILS.
On the packed commuter train to school,
Ryuichi Sakamoto would simply listen;
to the sounds of the journey.
Identifying a series of sounds
that would occur on every trip.
The journey was playing
its own piece of music.
A symphony of everyday sounds
that most would’ve heard,
but too few would’ve listened.
Doors opening.
Doors closing.
The squeeze of the brakes.
The rolling of the wheels.
Clicks and clacks.
Brushes and rasps,
and
the rhythm
of the rails.
IT SOUNDS LIKE THE FLOW OF FOCUS.
When you’re so immersed in what you’re doing.
Reading or writing,
Painting and drawing.
The path draws you in,
the flow that turns you on,
and time fades away.
Absorbed,
In the hues of sound.
And the colours of taste,
When what you feeling
and doing, dances.
Leading your ideas
in to a tango.
or your thoughts into a Waltz.
Opening up the doors
to your dance floor,
allowing your mind to play,
to create something unique.
