A new song is born.  Out of the nowhere, yet out of the experience of life.  It comes forth out of a dream and is placed in consciousness by Being needing to sing.

It’s organized and shaped, scanned and massaged by human hands and matter pen and paper, but it is realized in a lifetime of mullings on the subject of God – poured forth through my gratitude for the magnitude of His being – my gratitude for this life.

Inspirational music – born from a spiritual place.

A new song is born.  Born of rise and fall, born of new/old sonorities and the trial and error of harmonic invention all to find a tone, a timbre of understanding and portrayal.  A ridiculously simple refrain, nearly too simple to chance, yet somehow right for the profundity of the moment.  Followed by a complex splattering of impossible notes in passage, the song begins to take shape struggling to reflect the magnitude of God’s great presence.

A song is born of light and promise.  Is this the one?  Is it just another?  Is it enough?  Is it the moment nailed to the wall for all to hear or will it just be heard by me alone as it recedes or pours forth in consciousness?  It all comes down to: Am I good enough to speak the truth?

And then it seems ‘finished’.  A silly word, really.  ‘Finished’ implies completion and yet I’ve just begun the experience.  For now to orchestrate, to choose the voice, to record the original for all posterity.  Choices, choices, choices.  Days and weeks of choices – all over a song, a moment in time designed to spread the good word, to inspire, to unify in thought a world divided in thought.  A lot of responsibility for one little song.

But now the fun begins.  Now that the song is ‘finished’ I’m free of its responsibility – the responsibility I have to my partner, my Creator, to craft His mad idea into perfection.  Now I am left to simply create the version I hear today in harp strings and piano strings and bass strings and strings.  Strings of metal, strings of nylon, strings of brass, all reverberating in harmonic support of today’s vision.

If I fail, there’s always tomorrow, there’s always the song.  There’s always the chance to begin again perhaps next week, next year, next life.

But now I take my beloved strings and pluck them and hammer them and bow them into organized logic always searching for the illogical delight within the structure.  How can I take the simplicity of this little tune and support it with the magnificence of nature, the largess of the universe, the sonorities of creation?  How different than the norm can these strings vibrate and still find each other in harmonic coupling?  How ‘out there’ can I get and still capture the ear?  How tangled in time can I make the lines and still retain the logic of the song?

How far can I push the music envelope?  When is it right?  When is it just another idea?  When does orchestration subtract from the central song itself in egotistical exuberance?  When does it support the core idea of the essence of the song and illuminate the message?  When is it too, ‘finished’?

At this time I have no idea.  Will I soar today in a mad rush of creativity for unconscious hours and come out the other side satisfied?  Will I struggle through the day, telephone ringing, technicalities screaming for attention, human pressures taking precedence over my favorite hours?  Will I write it all today and throw it all away tomorrow for a better one?

As I said, “I have no idea”.  But the day stretches out before me inviting the experience of composition.  I shall go back to bed and get my 3 extra hours in preparation for the great adventure.  All for the chance to write a song…

Wish me luck.  Wish me good fortune.  Wish me connection with the inner muse, the outer peace, the throughness of God.  Let’s give it a shot!

Every Day
Music and Lyrics by Peter Link

Every day
Every hour
Every moment you are there
Here in my life
Abling me

Every breath
Every heartbeat
Every footstep you are there
Right by my side
Letting me be

Watching over
Holding me in the arms of love
While I try the sky
As the clouds cross over
And shadows shape the light
And darken my world
I turn to you

You who knows me
You who gives me
All the essential things of life

Every breath
Every heartbeat
Ev’ry footstep
Here in my life
You are

Every day
Every hour
Every moment you are there
Here in my life
Abling me

In my times of trouble
There you are in the morning light
As the night draws down
You are standing by me
You see me as I am
The child of your light
The like of you

You who loves me
You who gives me
All the essential things of life

Every truth
Every substance
Ev’ry song
Every insight
The fabric of my being
My light

Every day
Every day
Every hour
Every moment
Every day

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