“The poet Billy Collins once laughingly observed that all babies are born with a knowledge of poetry, because the lub-dub of the mother’s heart is in iambic meter. Then, Collins said, life slowly starts to choke the poetry out of us. It may be true with music, too.” The da-DUM of a human heartbeat is the most common example of this rhythm. Patterns of poetry. Natural poetry…actually about as close as it gets to pure sound in my book of harmony. Music, lyrics, emotions, flow. It’s in the beauty of the combination of sound and the written word being heard that brings comfort to the words being phrased.
Here’s a random meandering: Interesting to note that this was common with the Italians because they purposely chose words for the beauty of their sound and the flow of their phrasing. So words commonly had feminine endings, and thus it followed that the melodious vowel sound would lilt off the tongue and make even a terse phrase fell like a poem. Gotta love those italians. And gotta love the beauty of poetry created around the mesmerizing female in all its forms. Fantastico!!!