The stirrer of my soul...
My love knows no bounds with this entity that has the capacity to fill me from head to toe. Undoubtedly, if anything inspires, moves, and touches me - it’s music. The composition of all music, no matter what genre, is comprised of 7 basic notes, that’s all. Played natural, sharp, or flat, the combination of these notes is infinitesimal - it never sounds the same - I think that is utterly and fantastically amazing.
Some of my earliest memories revolve around it, playing in my sister’s room while she played The Eagles, the Doobie Brothers and Linda Ronstadt. Riding with my brother in his car while he listened to 50’s classics. Singing was my favorite thing to do as a child. Then taking up the violin when I was 10. My father and his brothers all played musical instruments, so I like to believe the inclination was bred in me.
It can motivate me during a workout, make me push a little harder. My body will naturally start to move to practically any rhythm - it happens almost unconsciously. Give me a beautiful melody and exquisite lyrics and I’m in love. It has the power to illicit incredible emotions in me that run the gamut. During my most depressing times of my life, it’s been my therapist. When I’m emotional, and I need a release, all I have to do is select a certain song and the tears will start automatically. It can transport me to a certain time or place in my life; it can make me dissolve, and put me to sleep. I’m not much for religion anymore, but if I could, music would be the denomination I subscribe to. If I did not have music or wasn’t able to listen to it, I would be living my life in a vacuum...it would be absolutely unbearable.
Music causes something to stir inside my soul...I really just don’t know how else to put it - there are no words that can adequately describe how I feel, and my attempts to describe it seem feeble in comparison. To merely say I love it, is an understatement. It is my inspiration, motivation and spiritualization for living my life.
Some of my earliest memories revolve around it, playing in my sister’s room while she played The Eagles, the Doobie Brothers and Linda Ronstadt. Riding with my brother in his car while he listened to 50’s classics. Singing was my favorite thing to do as a child. Then taking up the violin when I was 10. My father and his brothers all played musical instruments, so I like to believe the inclination was bred in me.
It can motivate me during a workout, make me push a little harder. My body will naturally start to move to practically any rhythm - it happens almost unconsciously. Give me a beautiful melody and exquisite lyrics and I’m in love. It has the power to illicit incredible emotions in me that run the gamut. During my most depressing times of my life, it’s been my therapist. When I’m emotional, and I need a release, all I have to do is select a certain song and the tears will start automatically. It can transport me to a certain time or place in my life; it can make me dissolve, and put me to sleep. I’m not much for religion anymore, but if I could, music would be the denomination I subscribe to. If I did not have music or wasn’t able to listen to it, I would be living my life in a vacuum...it would be absolutely unbearable.
Music causes something to stir inside my soul...I really just don’t know how else to put it - there are no words that can adequately describe how I feel, and my attempts to describe it seem feeble in comparison. To merely say I love it, is an understatement. It is my inspiration, motivation and spiritualization for living my life.
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