On a recent Sunday we sang a song titled, Your Love is Strong. I’ve worshiped with that song many many times. However, one line hit me differently on this particular Sunday.I look out the window the birds are composingNot a note is out of tune or out of place
My Bachelor’s Degree is in Music Composition. I took hours upon hours of classes studying how notes in music relate to each other. We studied how they related and what results are achieved through those relationships.
I remember one specific class which was an upper level class that was mostly made up of us eccentrics who had declared Composition instead of the other options. It was made up of those who loved digging deeply into the greatest inter-workings of music.
The name of the class was Form & Analysis. We examined various genres of compositions ranging from solo works, small ensemble works, and full orchestral arrangements within every time period from baroque to the most contemporary.
We would travel so far into the head of the composer that we could articulate why he would have chosen that note by that instrument to be played for that long. In some genres we would discover various matrices which ‘decoded’ the pattern of notes used.
The greatest music composers of all time have studied and toiled endlessly to produce one manuscript of music which might only last five short minutes.
All of this and we can take one momentary glance out the window and hear the perfect compositions of nature which find beautiful harmonic pleasure in the ears of listeners and seemingly attention-less effort from the Composer.
How can we walk in fear and anxiety while at the same time worshiping the God who created all things with a mere breath of intention?