Music
Thoughts on Music...
Music for the Eyes
Variety in color is as much a necessity to The Earth as variety in music.
Thursday, May 14, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Light clouds, light rain, light for breakfast, a sunrise in Spring.
Hope all's well dear readers.
On with our show...
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A clock ticks, a dog dreams, a clock tocks, a robin sings, rooftop chimneys are a rustic red from the rain.
The color palette changes with the cloud cover and the time of day.
Have you noticed?
The whole world is a symphony of color.
The harmonic hues of Nature show Life is more than scientific. Mother Earth is an artist, too.
Just as in music certain notes produce certain effects, so too colors coincide to make chords.
It's disgustingly difficult to discuss color still in my Country without politics rearing its ugly ignorant voice.
So instead of an essay, I work on an Epic to remind us the beauty in Nature's visual song.
A dozen African Violets grow in the same pot by the window where I write these morning entries. And though each flower is violet, not a single one is the exact same shade.
Like you and I.
If every songbird, house dog, cat, or human, were all the same color; there'd be nothing worth sharing, no variety, no stories, no interactions other than duty, no way to grow.
Nothing new, so no way to grow.
Same leads to the same; variety means the hope for something better.
If every songbird and human looked the same and sang the same song, I'd stay in bed. The Sun would have no reason to rise other than more of the same.
Variety in color is as much a necessity to The Earth as variety in music.
Color is music for the eyes.
Back to The Epic.
~ Wynn ~
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Living Moments in Language
How to share something beautiful in a shock obsessed hurry up doomscroll world?
Wednesday, April 22, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Robins sing in a sweet surreal choir in the deepest dark before dawn.
Their music travels through the ethereal theatre of night in the slow minutes before sunrise.
How to share something beautiful in a shock obsessed hurry up doomscroll world?
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The sunrise is my truest friend; it never lets me down.
Always beautiful, always necessary, always a rainstorm of color to start each day.
So I share my words with the dawn.
We have so much in common.
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Words can fill a Large Language Model, but they can also be Beautiful.
Do you remember?
It's my work to show you.
Words are not facts; words make facts possible.
To express a living moment in language, to keep the experience singing for the reader who finds them, to share a sentiment of beauty in symbols so well considered and shaped the reader feels the author's witness; these are some aims of language lately overlooked.
Others should know life is still a beautiful place worth each breath.
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This morning joy showed in the sunlight after the robins serenade for the night.
How much effect do words have on witness?
Did the bird's song add joy to the morning light? Can music set a stage?
A car ride with Bach is a different trip if a Hip-Hop holla-back rap song is thumping instead.
Choose your bass level wisely, get into treble, and make something wonderful.
~ Wynn ~
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Our Arias of Experience
The professional pianist is as much an instrument for music as the piano she plays.
Saturday, April 11, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Welcome back.
Hundreds of sunrises in a row and what to show?
Sunlight like river water is never the same fire twice. Our galaxy's star always makes us new.
Fire and water share a bond in how they go about their business. Always new, always agents of change to remain the same.
Together they make the weather to make The World.
There's nothing out of the ordinary about a writer keeping a daily journal. In fact, I know it's necessary for writers of any craft if they want to be successful.
If you're a professional pianist and you miss a day of playing, your music and method both suffer the neglect.
It's the same with all acts of creation. Every Art form requires commitment.
The professional pianist is as much an instrument for music as the piano she plays.
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Color is music for the eyes. Painters and visual artists compose songs with lines of their own.
Writers have words for notes, paragraphs for sonatas.
There's a certain song that happens within all of us. Walt called it: The Song of Ourselves.
It's the music poets write about.
Not a symphony of notes for the ear or a choreography of colors for the eyes, but the sound and hue of music and color within us.
We don't see or hear with our eyes or ears this song great within; we know it through words. We filter and express it to ourselves with language.
Just like we all can hum a tune, we all use language in a poetical fashion to express our inward song.
A concert Diva is going to hum the same song a little differently than most of us.
A poet sings their song great within with the same passion and skill a Diva takes to an aria.
Our Arias of Experience, mundanely known as the voice in your head while you make decisions, is transcribed by poets throughout the centuries.
There's some here if you're interested.
More, specifically here.
Soon, as AI makes more of the reasons we thought made us necessary obsolete, we're going to wonder what life is all about.
I present Wonder Fell as a starting point towards a way of considering what it means to be human in an AI friendly world.
Turns out being alive is all about the expression of our arias of experience.
Or more plainly put: Life is the process of making Art.
Choose an instrument with the instrument called yourself and play.
Keyboards and pens for me.
Thanks for reading, enjoy yourself, and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Music for Your Mind
Poetry is music for your mind with words and grammar for its only notes.
Thursday, April 02, 2026
Good morning, the Wonder Fell Way.
Spring rain, sunrise thoughts on the brain
Echo raindrop splashes on every window pane.
Rhyme is an easy example of what Poetry's power is all about.
There's lyricism, line length, and punctuation if you want to shout!
Or go soft...
The harmonies words make in a certain rhythm as you read is the focus of my craft.
Uplifting, motivating, worth wondering about, life affirming words to mirror the sunrise: What Wonder Fell is for...
And each sunrise.
See what poetic language is for yet?
Poetry is music for your mind with words and grammar for its only notes.
Is there a lyrical quality to these lines? Do they lull or lift? It's intentional, you know.
All the things a composer or pop musician has in mind when they write a song goes into the formation of every line a poet writes.
We write to communicate so much these days. But words do more than talk. They sing, too!
Making words sing using only the voice in your mind as you read is my Life's work and Love.
Eight notes make a major scale octave; I've got twenty-six letters and punctuation to make my music.
O/ Thanks for listening.
Words are our greatest gift and responsibility. We're monkeys without them. How you use your language and where, when, and why determines who you are.
It's crucial we remember: Our language is an extension of ourselves.
Who are you? Your words know. Consider them a mirror or selfie.
Take care and make a wonderful day already.
~ Wynn ~
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And What Is Poetry?
A song worth singing about; a new witness of events worth new words.
Friday, March 27, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Wind. The evergreens are a cheerleading squad for Spring. A powder blue sky pinches a band of orange pink light to draw the horizon. Lights on. Curtains up. Time for a show called: A New Day.
Let's make it a good one.
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There's always poetry somewhere in your life. And what is poetry? A song worth singing about; a new witness of events worth new words.
Writing that lyrically expresses life in a novel way is like a new color in your box of crayons. You have a new way to express yourself.
I wonder what the color blue looks like to you, how a C major chord's positive simple harmony cheers up your ears, what lilacs mean to your nose when you know their blooms are around.
We share the World; we see it in our own way. Science speaks to the consistency of matter, not its experience.
That's what our relationships and our Arts are for... sharing our unique witness of the color blue, a C major chord, the scent of lilacs in Spring.
Life alive living Life, you're living it!
What's up with that?
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Dreamy sunrise thoughts for a poet's morning journal to stretch the word making muscles for the day ahead.
I do hope all is well Dear Reader. And that maybe you've found that the quality of your life rests in how you define it. That perhaps you started defining what things mean to you instead of letting things define you.
Wonder how the relationships in your Life can mean more to and for you, take care, give care, and make that wonderful day already.
~ Wynn ~
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of a evergreens at sunrise in Spring using a blue color palette. (typo left because it was part of the prompt)
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The Experience of Language
AI is not making the artist's way obsolete; it's making every other way obsolete.
Wednesday, March 11, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Wonder Fell. The title, the first line, a single sentence, a descriptive phrase, a TL;DR: of what occurs in this journal every morning... a place where wonder falls with the sunlight.
A pun, too... because: Poet. O/
Thanks for reading.
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Of course our intended meaning of each word matters while we write, but the size, shape, and rhythm of our syntax does too.
We call the umbrella Lyricism; poets and songwriters share the dry in the rain space with purpose, but so do you.
The rhythm and sound of our language adds to its meaning. Think of a Pop Song to understand.
Poets, unlike popular musicians, rely on the voice in your head to be our only instrument.
There is a lyric quality to all writing. Poets focus on it directly.
But the rhythm of our words affects our day-to-day life as much as it does in a rap song.
Now, I'm not suggesting we should all go around speaking and writing in metric verse. I'm saying we already, most certainly, do.
The syllables and sounds we choose shape our breath to shape our message.
A punctuation exercise shows this truth:
Yes. Yes? Yes!
OK. OK? OK!
Sure. Sure? Sure!
Even a one word answer meaning the same thing means something different based on the sounds and syllables of the speaker-writer.
The cadence of language is part of the experience of language. There's no need to focus on it. Be aware of it though, while you edit your work to help your writing.
It's like playing a song by ear. When we write and speak we listen to our inner voice and then shape it with the instrument called words.
Writers, if something sounds off in your prose and you're sure the words are right, now you know why. The rhythm of the sentence doesn't match the metronome of the message.
Poets don't waste words; novelists tend to.
Readers want to move the plot along while many authors describe the drapes.
If the curtains help set the stage, give insight into the character's state of mind, or foreshadow things to come... describe away!
Every word and rhythm of phrase should serve the story's success or cut it out.
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One interesting aspect of Wonder Fell is not knowing. Every morning I sit and write what's on my mind with the sunrise.
That's the intent.
History has little record of the personal ways of Poets. People made so much up. Fish stories... most of it.
Wonder Fell is a getting to know you session with a living poet. I never would've started it had I thought it would become one. The task sounds too vain. But I see now the importance.
How artists think and feel and experience the world is sorely lacking from our day-to-day experience.
AI is not making the artist's way obsolete; it's making every other way obsolete.
A prompt is a very poetical thing to write, indeed.
There's plenty of writing on AI and Science, and how AI will soon do all our Science for us, on Wonder Fell.
Back to the sunrise. Uneventful blue sometimes wispy cloud pre-Spring sky.
Nice day for a nice day kind of nice day.
Take care and make it a wonderful one.
~ Wynn ~
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Mozart in a Mosh Pit
A poet's morning journal in an infantile Internet Age: Mozart in a Mosh Pit.
Monday, March 02, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day? O/
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The power of words, what this site is all about.
What language is for and how it works (and perhaps why) is the common thread in everyone of these journal entries.
Words are the work and the instrument of poets.
In case you wanted to know what poets were up to: Now you know.
If we all required a violin to communicate with each other, we wouldn't talk too much about violins.
And so, we don't talk too much about language.
In that violin fluent world, those whose work focused on making sure the instruments were able to express all they can by staying in tune would be called poets.
Regardless how well-trained they are, a musician can only ever sound as good as their instrument allows.
When our words are out of tune with our hearts the whole world sounds dissonant.
How's your language? Do your words best represent you?
A Mozart symphony in a Heavy Metal blaring all around mosh pit is still beautiful though unheard.
And so the state of so much language today... Mozart in a Mosh Pit.
There's a time and a place for Heavy Metal. To only play it all day long is to miss out on so many other expressions of what it means to be alive.
A one note symphony cannot exist.
The World is nourished by harmony.
Sun's up. Soft light, the hard caws of crows.
A poet's morning journal in an infantile Internet Age: Mozart in a Mosh Pit.
Thanks for reading.
Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of a violin on a table on a hill at dawn.
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For a Checklist Some Other Day
When we write something we take it out of the realm of Imagining and make it real.
Wednesday, February 25, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Daylight expands as Spring draws near. The lights are on longer in our house called The Earth.
How's Life? How's your vibe?
Getting it done? Having some fun?
Both and at the same time is my hope for you.
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Transition Day, change in the air.
Business practical thoughts best suited for a checklist rather than a journal want words this morning.
For years there was a clever quote:
"The only thing a checklist ever makes is another checklist."
- O/
But checklists are helpful.
It comes down to the power of writing.
When we write something we take it out of the realm of Imagining and make it real.
Writing something down is a great way to start or continue making a dream come true.
Even if that dream is Do the Laundry.
Really. In the realm of Checklists there's no difference between Go Grocery Shopping and Live My Best Life.
Checklists don't discriminate.
The modern day checklist is a poetic form.
If you ever wondered about what all the fuss was about with metric verse and the shape of poems, consider the form and power of the modern checklist.
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People in casual pointed conversations back in Shakespeare's day used an iambic pentameter way of speech to express themselves.
Today we're more trochaic in our everyday speech. I blame coffee and Tyger, Tyger get-it-done, interactions for the change.
The emphasis of each beat in every pop song, rap song, poem, and everyday conversation sets the mood of the presentation.
In language and life lyricism matters.
The difference between a Writer and a Poet is a Poet considers the sound and shape of the syntax as a means of communication.
I wish more writers were of aware of it.
Musicians know when you want to express action you go staccato. You. Get. It. Done.
The best novelist's longest sentences are for a character's introspection. Their shortest conduct action, often in a trochaic fashion.
Perhaps I'll write a short guide on the use of metrics in modern day text.
Something for a Checklist some other day.
Take care and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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