In The Land Where Music Flows

In The Land Where Music Flows

By Paul McCann’

Cusheen found it difficult to sleep and her crying was keeping the new born awake who was in the same bedroom as her parents so her Daddy went to  comfort her and to put her back asleep ,

Cusheen sat up in her bed and said ,

“Daddy tell me that story again about the place where dreams came true”

He smiled and looked at her then he sat down in the chair and said ,

“ Imagine that . You still remember that old story of mine  “

She replied ,

“Yes Daddy please tell me it again .“
And spoke with a soft whispering tone .

“ Ok , well , not that long ago In a place where dream’s came true , there used to be people who lived there and they all they did was create songs all the time as they went walking through the fields of gold , plucking apples from the song-trees for all the world to appreciate . Those songwriters were like  beacons of light for all those all those who were looking for something to make them feel happy .

So there in the land where dreams came true songwriters lived and made everyone happy . Music was a way of life for everyone there was peace and love in every corner of the land .

Suddenly without warning dark mists descended one cold morning and on that day ships were tossed in storms and got lost at sea and the land od dreams had been taken over by cruel army who made themselves at home and ruled over the land ,. They stole the gold that belonged to singers and songwriters who could no longer continue writing their songs and making music to keep everyone happy .

All the songwriters of that time were left wondering what they could do . They tried to have a free convention for people to come and listen to music but the rulers of the land made people pay for admission into the convention .

Everyone had their dreams shattered and many decided leave the land .

The makers of song decided to do nothing in the hope that maybe things would get better however nothing changed and the clouds of discontent gathered and a dark brown stain arrived on the wind and began to discolour everything all over the land . Now in the land where dreams came true , dreams were hard to find .  .

The rivers and pools of inspiration that once flowed freely from heavenly places were now blocked by intruders who forbid songwriters to access the energy sources that they had been accessing for years .

The harmony all over the land disappeared and dark days came .

The creators of music  were hampered by destructive elements that prevented them to make a living and produce songs . All their great song  ideas were given frequent criticism and lack of support until their was no appreciation for anyone who made music happen . There was no nourishment for growth with new music and for the first time ever known on the fertile plains of imagination the seeds of love were not planted .

This resulted in many songwriters and their musician friends making a choice to walk away in despair from the barren fields of gold to pursue other careers entering data for corporations who had no interest in making people happy and songwriters who gave so much to the world ended up as drivers who delivered products for corporations that were growing very wealthy .

The rising costs of their products became unaffordable for most people and soon there was no hope left for anyone on the lands were dreams could not be found .Houses and buildings with empty rooms were left scattered all over the land .

In fields of gold where orchards of fruit once were in abundance stood a barren wasteland that had withered into dust blown by the brown stain on the wind that clung to the stench , polluting the graceful airs around the land .,

No more was produced and orchards of song-trees were a thing of the past and non existent . The fruits of the past had become a plastic product for the world to taste and the people became greedier and more envious as the rulers took more and more happiness away . People became angry and they lived without any effervescence in their lifestyles . It looked like the end had come until a new day dawned . The dictators chopped down all the song-trees ands built bonfires to destroy all the memoires of music that once played all over the land however as the bonfires were lit a strange figure stepped out from the flames and started to sing a new song of hope .

The song was carried by a wind of change that brought a message to everyone on the land .

People listened to a new song and suddenly dreams were found in the hearts of those who had fallen asleep and when they awoke they were inspired to write new songs .

A staircase descended down from the sky and an army descended down upon the land scattering the cruels rulers who were running away in fear .

The sound of music was heard again and river of inspiration began to flow as a new force occupied the land where dreams could not be found .

In fear for their lives the old rulers went in separate ways looking for a way to escape but there was no way out . They had to answer for what they had done and were locked up inside a prison far below the ground , There was no key that could open the door to their cells and the walls of the prison were ten miles thick . It was impossible for them to escape their fate .

Songwriters emerged again as they talked for a while and walked for a while and everyone started to smile again . New seeds of love were planted and life was good again .

On the top of the staircase that went to the sky a man appeared and said ,

“ You are welcome to stay here in the land where dreams come true forever and may all your dreams come true .

The people of that time could never have imagined in million years that dreams could be found again .Just imagine that . The seeds of love were replanted and once again music brought happiness all over the land . Sometimes in life there are things worth waiting for and if you don’t give up hope and if you don’t stop believing then you will find dreams are waiting there , for us all .

The End