Song of My Soul

from google images

I shake the dust of oppression and poverty

from my feet 

and reach for

happiness.

Within these notes,

lies my liberation.

In my music,

hear the song of my soul.

Witness the human journey,

each plucked note

a footstep

on my path.

We transcribe

the simple joy

of living.

Down all the generations

has come music,

singing, dancing,

the celebration

that is life.

Our notes dance together,

born for each other.

They live separately from our fingers.

We do not play these notes;

these notes play us,

and we are lifted.

I take the pain of living

and, in picking up my instrument,.

translate it

into joy.

Written for Marian's prompt at Real Toads: write something to the music of Ali and Toumani, a duo from Africa, who recorded their second album in London. A year later, Ali succumbed to a long illness and died

There is a fantastic short documentary about their collaboration here. I am in love, and am ordering their albums right this minute. I adore global music, especially African, for some part of my soul belongs in Africa............thank you, Marian, for introducing me to this music. It brings me Joy, and the accompanying sadness of being a human on this earth. Such a journey these men made with their music.