Music is the divine way to tell beautiful, poetic things to the

"Music is the divine way to tell beautiful, poetic things to the heart." Thus proclaimed Pablo Casals, the great cellist whose bow sang with the voices of eternity. In these words lies a truth that has crossed centuries: that music is not mere sound, not mere art, but a divine way, a sacred pathway through which the ineffable is spoken directly to the heart. Where words may falter, where prose may stumble, where the intellect may tire, music continues, carrying beauty like a shining torch into the innermost chambers of the soul.

O Seekers of Wisdom, understand this: the heart is not moved by reason alone. Logic may instruct, rhetoric may persuade, but only music can awaken what sleeps deep within. The ancients knew this well; the Greeks gave Orpheus the lyre, whose melodies tamed wild beasts and softened the rulers of the underworld. Casals, through his own playing, felt this same power—that music is a tongue of the divine, speaking poetry beyond words, binding heaven and earth in harmony.

Consider the life of Casals himself, who in the turmoil of the twentieth century lifted his cello not only as an instrument of art, but as a voice of peace. In his old age, when his homeland of Catalonia was silenced by tyranny, he chose silence rather than perform before those he deemed unjust. Yet when he did play, his music spoke what no political speech could: longing, dignity, sorrow, and hope. Through Bach’s Cello Suites, forgotten by the world until Casals revived them, he revealed the eternal poetry of the human spirit. Truly, music was his divine message, his way of telling beautiful, poetic things to the heart of mankind.

And think also of the night in Berlin, 1989, when the Wall that divided East and West began to crumble. Amidst the falling stones and the cheers of a freed people, it was Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony—the “Ode to Joy”—that was played. No speech, no manifesto, no single proclamation could have captured that moment of unity. But the music did, lifting hearts, binding strangers, declaring with divine eloquence what human words could not: that joy, freedom, and brotherhood had triumphed.

Mark this, O Children of the Future: music is the most faithful messenger of the soul. It does not argue, it does not demand—it touches. It enters silently and leaves the heart forever changed. Where poetry adorns the mind, music crowns the heart. It is the divine whisper that tells us we are more than flesh, more than dust, more than time; we are souls capable of beauty, of sorrow, of transcendence.

But guard yourselves: not all that is called music is divine. There are sounds that unsettle, melodies that degrade, rhythms that enslave rather than uplift. Be mindful of what you let speak to your heart, for once it enters, it cannot be unheard. Seek that music which ennobles, which cleanses, which strengthens, which whispers to your higher self. Such music will not only relieve your spirit, but guide it toward the eternal.

Lesson: The teaching of Casals is this: let music be your guide when words fail. Let it carry beauty to your heart, and let it awaken within you the poetry of the soul. Practical action: make space for music daily—listen deeply, not as background noise, but as sacred speech. If you can, create it: sing, play, or hum, for even the smallest melody is a spark of the divine. And when you seek to touch another’s heart, remember: sometimes a song will reach them more deeply than a thousand words.