To many, music is something you dance to, or have playing in the background while you work. It's a part of life, and it's enjoyed, perhaps even loved, but that's it.
To me, though, it's everything. I not only hear the music, I feel it.
It's the way the violins rise and fall.
The deep voice of the cello.
The soft tinkling of a piano growing to a roaring thunder.
It's the way music can make you feel things you've never experienced before. Without words you are transported to another world, another life.
It's the way your heart breaks when you hear the singer's voice crack.
It's when you have tears streaming down your face because you realized something you never did before.
When everything seems clear.
Everything will be ok.
It's how the whole world disappears when you put your ear buds in and turn the music up.
When the music swells so does your heart.
It builds to the point where you feel you cannot bear it for one more second. For that moment there is nothing else.
When you reach the peak of the crescendo it's as if the waves are crashing all around you, and suddenly all is calm. That is where you hear the artist bare themselves and show you their soul.
You feel their vulnerability.
You fell your own vulnerability.
You can feel the song ending, and you want to stay in that moment forever.
But eventually, the song must end and you have to return to the world.
Nothing lasts forever.
You realize, however, that the world looks a little bit better than it did before.
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Poems and Stories
PoetrySometimes I have the urge to write short stories or poems. I've written them throughout the years and they can be my favorite things to write. I write them when I'm inspired, when I'm happy, when I'm sad, scared, angry, hopeful. They are little piec...
