Compose

I was intrigued by the Sunday Scribblings' word:  compose

It iliicits so many elite images in my mind as a conductor leading his orchestra.  How all the musical pieces and instruments must work together to create the perfection that provokes an audience to feel an emotion.

For me, compose contains images of grandeur, acts of pure rushes of creativity.

When you imagine Mozart composing, it seems like an act of feverishly writing notes down as quickly as possible because his mind won't let him rest.

When composing a poem, one line or a sonnet, the music persists until the poet is exhausted.

I never realized untiil today how much power this simple word contains...and yet, when you think of someone composed, you don't think of them as powerful, just able to restrain and creatively find ways in which to keep themselves in check in ways many of us have never thought.but imagine in acts of pure fury or angst, what creativity it might take to "remain" composed in a heated situation...

Ahhhhh, yes...I hear the melodies in my mind now...melodies of notes...melodies of words...melodies of paint swish swishing on the canvas...melodies of click clicking of the camera, composing a masterpiece, because the master MUST!

Comments

[Tumblewords]

Nicely done! Love the way your 'sang' your way through the prompt.

[Valaine]

Your words create an illustration - vivid and detailed. I love the idea of a someone composing a melody with the sounds that come when creating their art.
Have you seen the movie August Rush? It is a very inspiring and heartwarming movie :)