by William Parker
Music is the abysmal rainbow that bridges
endless galaxies. It is the waterfall flowing
through the desert, the mother, the offspring,
the ointment, the foot and hand of the wind.
All of nature is music: the many colored skies,
space and planets.
Music is every wondrous canyon in a miracle’s
dream. Music is evolution, the seed of change.
Music existed and exists with or without human
No race invented music.
Music is a form of energy, like the sun. Music
is the voice through which spirits speak,
using a language that is beyond words, a music
that is beyond notes. Music informs us with
a reality that is scented with the eternal.
Music is the tireless swan knitting landscapes
of hope. Music is the cry of life and death
at birth and conception, the heart beat, the
pulse, the healer and the healed, the color
portrait, the magical stone and the magical
mists living side by side. Music is the chirping
of birds; is the grass beneath the cracked
Music is dance and the dancer. It is poetry
and the poet. Music is all children. Music
is hot cornbread. Music is the kindness one
finds in a crayon drawing. Music is wood touching
word. Imagine a doorbell made of light. Imagine
the house that we would enter if we rang that
Music is the rhythm of butterflies. Music
is hungry stomachs being filled. Music is
justice. Music is blue water, blue whales,
and blue cornmeal.
Music passes through some while others reject
the image. The best music teacher is an oak
tree. Music cannot be taught. Music is alive.
Music is a pasture of yellow grass 6-foot
Music tolls from the earth and lands on the
sky of another universe. Music is drone over
Music is a snowflake floating on the ocean.
Music is silence. There is no music in capitalism
and imperialism. Music is the answer and the
question. Particles of music cannot be measured
by scientific instruments. Music vibrates.
Not all music vibrates at the same rate. Music
is radiant. The blessing, the understanding,
the fundamental eye revealing the surrender
in the realm of brightness. Music sometimes
manifests itself as sound.
Music’s only wish is the well-being
of all human beings. Music exists to feed
the spirit. Music is no war, not ever, for
Music is the fertilizer and the seed. Every
second we live, music is dying for us. Music
will save the day. Music must save the day.
Music is the mother to the motherless, father
to the fatherless. Music is home to the homeless.
Dance music, wedding music, funeral music,
march music, waltz music, wood music, steel
music, voice music, tree music, ocean music,
soil music, baking bread music, pastoral music,
union music, trance music, religious music,
perpendicular music, circle music, square
music, Zion music, Shinto music, Buddha music,
Islamic music, Hindu music, Winti music, music
for Damballah, Erzulie, Ogun, Ghede, Asacca
music for Quetzalcoatl, for the Adena Hopewell,
music for the Red Paint people, music to make
the moon laugh and cause the sun to turn blue.
Music is the incubation of joy. A symbol of
music is Kokopelli, the hump-back flute player...
Through music life is altered. This energy,
if visible, might resemble bands of light
stretched across fields of flowing ash going
past layers of infinite habitation. The cry
of praise, the memory, the entrance to the
fire, oupas chanting. The effect pulls on
Music is the lasting response, the elixir.
Music is nothing; music is everything. There
is more music in a baby’s smile than
in a thousand symphony orchestras. Music lives
in the flute mountains that are made of melted
diamonds. We drink them. Our eyes sparkle
like petals of a black rose. Music to plant
beans, to plant corn. Music the burning throne,
the prodigal daughter, and rain cloud over
the profound branches.William Parker is one
of the leading bass players, composers and
group leaders in jazz and free music today.
He can be heard on CD’s with his groups
"In Order to Survive" and "Little
Huey Creative Music Orchestra", and on
dozens of CD’s with other musicians.
"Music Is" is taken from Sound Journal
a collection of writings by William Parker.
He lives in New York City.
This article was published in New Renaissance,
Volume 9, No. 1, issue 27 and this page was
posted on the web on August 18, 1999.