Beautiful Simplicity

I find beauty in the simplest of things.

The pile of freshly folded laundry on my mother's chair, the way the sun bounces off the desk on which my work is sitting. The glow of the computer in the middle of the night, as I type away on an unfinished essay. The water as it swirls down the drain, and the surprise of unexpected phone call or text.

The sound of paper shuffling or of fingers tapping away at a keyboard. The muffled sound of the television while my father catches up on the news.The padding of my dogs paws as she runs toward something that catches her eye. The scratch of a pencil on paper in a silent room.

The scents of oil pastels and paint. The smell of freshly cut wood takes me back to my carefree days I spent in woodworking at camp. The aroma of damp earth after a morning rain.The crisp air that shows winter for the first time. Even the sweat after a run seems pretty in its own way; it proves that I have accomplished something.

I wonder what everyone else finds beautiful

The World of Song

It is far from silent. The chatter of the happy lunch-goers is everywhere, filling every space. But, here the sound is muffles. Through one door, then another the world is not cut off, but it is softened. The harshness has turned to a comforting hum to keep out the silence.


Here, I can hear my thoughts. However, I did not come here to think. I came to sing. I plunk a note on the piano. It is out of tune, but I don't mind. It is enough to remind me why I feel so at peace in this room. I am alone with my music. I am able to sing as loudly as I want, and put all my emotions into the music.


Songs of every type fill my head. I hear ballads and rock, top-of-the charts pop and ancient folk music. They swirl around in my mind creating a beautiful symphony that will never be able to be heard in reality. With these beautiful sounds in my mind, I feel as though I can reach the highest star. The physical world is thrown away when music takes over and my thoughts become all that is real to me.

I sing in French today. The words I sing are unknown to me, but the meaning of them can be felt through the way the notes lift and fall on the page before me. I can feel beauty that the song is written about, though neither English nor French would ever be able to accurately describe it in words. Some things can only be accomplished in music.

My duet partner joins me after a short while. The world I created with my music falls apart for an instant. I don't feel as though I left anything behind though, as we are about to create another world with our song together. This world will be even better, as it will also have harmonies.