I have made some new friends.
they are composers,
yet also off the record,
i believe God has appointed them quiet healers.
healers of the brain.
their symphonies sing to me,
strong enough to penetrate the walls of my temples,
and begin to do their work,
at once.
The Jazz Suite No 2: VI. Waltz 2 of Dmitri Shostakovich begins doing repairs on my brain,
stimulating my brain’s function.
Adagio for Strings, Op. 11 by Samuel Barber, comes in softly like an eyelash, then crescendos
weaving my unraveled brain waves
back into the brilliantly braided tapestry it was meant to be..
the loose ends are tightened and my neuroplasticity is bouncy and taut, once again.
the complex calming structures of Prelude No. 1 in C major, by my beloved fine friend,
Johann Sebastian Bach has actually brought me back.
His music has boosted my memory, sharpened my concentration, and pumped out a healthy dose of dopamine and has regulated my stress hormones.
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