Bright strings and warm winds awaken the hall, tuning the symphony to life, the crass of the brass ringing as it reaches the audience. With every huff of breath, stroke of the hand and take of the bow, the muse shows its face. In music, a variety of instruments play, many notes draw forth from many sources, and in the most intricate and sophisticated of music, notes are even implied beneath the audible level. Through music: creation.
Today as I was driving back to Texas A&M University, I enjoyed the time to mull over the complexity of such creations, and I came to a simple yet profound conclusion: music is alive. Breathing, flowing, music evolves from its creators, the players.
As man, we are made in the image of God, the creator—made to create. That is our muse, that is our privilege and rite on this earth, to steward God's creations and creatures well and to worship Him in our actions.
And we worship in music and trade by creating.
We are creatures of ingenuity and passion, of thought and soul in the same package; our human condition allows us the special ability to create and imagine like no other creäture on this earth. As man, we may create like none-other for one reason only: we are created like none other.
“But the LORD is the true God; he is the living God, the eternal King. When he is angry, the earth trembles; the nations cannot endure his wrath.”