I am reading a book I won in a blog contest called "The Fairy Thorn", by Dorothy Keddington. I am only on chapter 3, but as I read today while waiting for my son's piano lesson to finish, I was reminded of the above quote. Dorothy's language is lovely, rhythmic.
I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions. ~James Michener
Her opening sentences:
I stood at the edge of the drive with poems by Wordsworth and E.E. Cummings running through my mind and a bittersweet yearning inside. It was "just spring" and there were "daffodills fluttering and dancing in the breeze," and the world really was "puddle luscious" because it had rained softly during the night... And here I was, feeling the soft air and the fragrance and all the stirrings of spring, standing on the edge of things the way I always did.And later:
Straight ahead, the massive steel girders spanned the deep gorge in a solid hand-clasp of metal arches and cantilevers, while far below, the restless waters made their own way.It's just a portion, but being a Washington girl for the most part, her entire description of the bridge spanning Deception Pass takes my breath away, as does the memory of standing above those girders and looking at the swirling currents of ocean a very long way down.
I have heard so many writers share what music does for their voice, their expression of emotion, the tempo or pace of their scenes. "...the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotion."
Find the music in what you read, what you write. Writer's are given the opportunity to not only paint pictures, but compose as well.