Thank you Coldplay

....and then there are blues that a cup of coffee won't drown. Not even the darkest brew of Kenya Kilimandjaro - the kind that swirls of milk won't lighten even if you turn a spoon round and round in its dark roasted blackness. Bitter, brooding, knock-out high voltage caffeine that burns your tongue and sears its way down to your gut , its heavy aroma hanging like a cloud over your fogged up brain. The deepest darkest blue that ever was has taken control of your mind. As you twist and tug to pull your sanity free of its teeth, you wonder why its back to haunt you. Paper clips rattle inside your brain. Dry tracing paper rustles. You eye the wet ink smear a thick line across the goat paths of your mind twisting itself into tight little knots. The day outside is over cast, dark grey thunder cloud reach down to the tree tops. If only there was a spot of sun today.

The moments drag on and on till you've chewed the back of your pencil off into an ugly little stump. You wrestle with your inner demons. For a brief moment you begin to win. You quickly objectify, all this muddle is just electro-chemical imbalance, 'pain body' out to get you for no particular reason except for to flex its muscles perhaps or to show you that its not dead yet....Then you do the wallowing thing, dive right into it and let it wash all over you. How much blue could there be in the sky that will not fill one human heart to over flowing? You reach across and grab your earphones. If I must drown, let me at least make it pleasurable.

The slow cadence of Sparks laps at the shores of your ravaged mind in delicate ripples, the voice of Chris Martin promises to 'look out' for you. You smile your wry cynical smile in spite of yourself. He insists he won't let you down. The plaintive melody disarms and blunts the fangs of your adversary. The familiar falsetto rises and falls like a wave and washes your pain away one layer at a time. Chris is now singing I saw sparks over and over again, and you actually see little bits of light float up in front of your eyes. If music could be seen , you catch sight of it right then. As the melody fades to another beginning with a guitar strum, you tell yourself "don't panic"...The gloom begins to dispel and your mood starts lifting back again. We're sinking like stones, all that we fought for.... Not the most uplifting of thoughts yet the melody has jet-propelled wings that pulls you out of the mire of despair and straight into the sky. The dregs gather at your feet as you stand in a puddle in the middle of your thawed work day freeze-out. The coffee has gone tepid and you wonder in disbelief how you were drinking that stuff anyway. Something in you has snapped in place and you are working human again. You let the music carry you upward, through the clouds, soaring. Oh yeah, we live in a beautiful world, yeah we do, we do.... (even though all of us are done for.) You think about the four gifted musicians and the thousand other nameless techies that worked to put that little music box in your hands and made it possible for Coldplay's songs to reach you when you needed it the most. Thanks guys, you saved my day again!