my music

I sat on the beach…east of where I sit now and stared. As luck would have it , for as far as the eye could see, the beach was all mine. Armed with my little i-pod and a coconut in my hand, I set forth to recreate the image that had been lingering in my psyche for far too long. The perfect spot wasn’t too difficult to find either. In the soft sand, under a long, tall, bushy coconut tree, I planted my better half, threw my slippers off and let Shangri-La take over. With my i-pod playing songs selected for just the occasion I set out to lose or find myself, whichever my soul thought best. But something wasn’t right. Something was out of tune. That’s when I realized that the there was a noise that spoiled the rhythm. It was out of place and alien and it hurt the music. I unplugged my I-pod and put it in my pocket. The sound of the crashing waves was now clear and the music was just beautiful.