Where Words Fail, Music Speaks

Where words fail, music speaks: so said Hans Christian Anderson. And when Leanne invited me to host Monochrome Madness for One Week Only, I thought Music might be a good theme. We bloggers come from all over the world. Though many of us, in many nations, have English as our first language, there are dozens of different ones in the WordPress melting pot. But we can all enjoy music together, whether singing, playing instruments, or dancing, Or all of the above at once. Let’s do it.

My header image was taken at the neighbourhood Festa Major in Gràcia, Barcelona. It’s out of focus, and I don’t care. It captures I think the verve and enjoyment of those performing drummers.

Here are some dancers in neighbourhood festivals: in Catalonia; and in England – Morris Men.

Instrument players now. The drummer accompanying the Morris dancers; drummers celebrating Chusak in South Korea, and brass players marching in London in those heady optimistic days when some of us still thought Brexit might not happen.

Of course some instrumentalists out in the street are trying to earn a living. Here are buskers in Ripon and Bath.

And a harpist playing at a friend’s wedding in the grounds of the ruined Abbey at Jervaulx ….

Here are singers in Seville, relying simply on the beauty of their voices; and a singer-instrumentalist, heavily dependent on a supply of electricity to produce a sound.

Of course, first you have to have your instrument. Here’s a music shop in Málaga.

This thrush is a musician from the natural world. He commandeers a high branch here, spring after spring, and simply sings his heart out from early morning to early evening, almost without stopping. I wish you could hear him.

And while we’re in the Great Outdoors, is there anything more musical than a tinkling and plashing stream, tumbling tunefully over rocks?

Please do join in with your own musical offerings. And link back both to this post, and to Leanne’s site too, here.

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Author: margaret21

I'm retired and live in North Yorkshire, where I walk , write, volunteer and travel as often as I can.

78 thoughts on “Where Words Fail, Music Speaks”

  1. Some excellent musicians here. The harpest is lovely. We don’t see thrushes here, no idea why not as I have seen them in Godolphin garden. Blackbirds have a beautiful song, as do wrens and robins.

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    1. That street piano? Don’t ask. I only saw it the once, and as far as I know, it didn’t come from one of the neighbouring shops. But he attracted interest alright. Off to look at your post now.

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  3. What a beautiful post on the wonders of music. Music has a powerful impact on us humans. When my brother was gravely ill with Lewy Body Dementia I flew to Atlanta to say good-bye. He couldn’t hold his head up or recognize anyone. They had a musician come to sing for the patients. My brother was just sitting there, but I saw his fingers and feet move to the beat.

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  4. What a creative response to the theme and clever to include ‘music’ in nature. The monochrome works so well. I love the way you juxtapose the acoustic singers with the wired-in musician. The photo of him connected up with all those electrical cords is almost comical in its effect. Great perception on your part I think 🙂

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