I have always loved, adored music. Music can say what words cannot. Lyric-less music has a way of meaning more than a word or two. I don't know how, and I cannot fathom the power behind music but I know it is there.
Music is emotional, it is support, it is sustenance in a dry world. It is a passion. Real, true music (not pre-packaged commercialized music that is produced just to make profit) can change your life.
Music has always been a part of me. I remember when I was little, my family would take 11-hour car trips down to Georgia to visit family. I loved those car rides. I know it seems crazy to love being stuck in a car for 11 hours, but it was glorious. The ride was beautiful and somehow mystic. We drove for hours down winding, tree-lined roads. I could feel the earth come alive! I would blast my walkman and just stare out the window, letting the music guide my thoughts.
In fourth or fifth grade, I remember laying on the living room floor all afternoon, listening to classical music - Pachabel in Canon D - vowing that would be my wedding song, which it was.
During a tough breakup after high school, music was so emotional - listening to one song would bring a deluge of tears.
Music got me through a growing/learning phase in college.
Traveling abroad, I relied on the comforts of my music in new places. Because I listened to certain music so much, it became a soundtrack for my journeys. Those songs still conjure up images of my explorations and wanderlusts.
Lately, I have been wanting to take up piano again. I learned a little while I was in 8th grade, and the desire to play and learn more has overtaken me.
All of that brings me to my point: lately, I have had this desire so strong to express certain thoughts and feelings but words are failing me. The only way I can do it is through music.
This song in particular says what I am trying to say:
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