The Beats In Between

The world is fast, furious, hectic, disjointed and aggressive

The only way I know how to survive is to grasp those "empty" spaces, the quiet moments

Feeling peals of thunder reverberating through me during a rare summer storm

Sinking into the unsteady rumble of a cranky old car down an endless highway

Inhaling that first bit of dew-soaked air on a spring morning

Losing focus in the achingly perfect crescendo of Bach or Beethoven

Getting dizzy in the absolute quiet of a swirling snowstorm

Hearing that one voice that drowns everything out and fills everything up at the same time

These are the beats in between

The pauses and lulls and track changes of life's album that makes the whole thing work

It's the silence that is the music I live for