words and such

Sometimes when I am lying in bed at night NOT sleeping, I think about things. Yes, we all tend to replay the day... stress a little about what's ahead or behind us. But that's not what I am talking about. I am talking about really random things. Like... sometimes I can hear music in my head. (And I don't just mean that annoying 80's pop song that got stuck in your head because you heard it in the grocery store.) I hear entire musical scores. Original to my brain alone, but possibly influenced by some outside source that I am unaware of. This musical interlude goes on for some time and I think that maybe, just possibly, I might be able to get myself up and go to the piano and play it out. Note by note...by ear. It should be said that I cannot play the piano nor can I read music. But, I still have the fanciful notion in the twilight of my sleep that I might be infused with magical musical powers.

Other times when I am in that pre-sleep state I think about words. Words I like, not only because of their definitions, but also because of the way they roll off your tongue:

lilting

whimsy

flappable

fancy

giddy up

peaceable

Then there are those words that are unfortunate enough to have a terrible meaning attached to an otherwise lovely sound. Case in point: diarrhea. Such a lovely word, really. Such an unfortunate definition.

Then there are the words I could do without:

hate

booger

crack

zit

and the worst.... HOLE.

These are such harsh words. Such finality to them. No glorious, lilting, loft to any of these....

Words have such power. The way we use them, the way we define them, the way we express our ideas through them. I am still working on the perfection of words. Then there are times when there are no words. Nothin'.