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day 8 -

the power of music.

Music is the background to every thing picked up by what hears, it is the vibration and rhythm of the beat, however normal to abnormal it compares to your heartbeat. It is the stories, mouth to mouth that retell and resonate currently, or even to the past or the future. It happens in feeling, as how many ears it reaches doesn't add up to the connection that they listen to. It is noise that somehow makes sense as it pleases the listener in some way; whether it brings excitement to blood pumping, nostalgia as you squint and sigh at the feeling of remembering the past, memories somehow associating like building blocks to build a tearful masterpiece, or fall apart in collapsing forget. Tears that puff waves of redness to your eyes and your nose crying as it brings you back. Anger at the world that relates in so many moments where you have no idea what to or you know perfectly what flaws will never fix the mess that is called life. The never-ending lullaby as it is a full blast of sound for hours and hours as it fills your mind. But that is when you listen. Listening is especially hard to translate into understanding, and if the artist's purpose never reached your ideas, but made up your mind in a tune in replay as you whistle and hum and mix up the notes to the melody. There's even the study to interpret and create your own, but that's where you have to listen very carefully. What are the notes you want to play and share?

power can be corrupting, but is it a bird's eye view as the difference between sound and silence is the key to peaceful corruption. If it may be called corruption, it can become a way to healing. It's not exactly someone dressing up in a superhero cape, because it is the sound that is made within yourself. I am way too biased to even consider being neutral and indifferent about this but music is the goosebumps that prick along your arms as you're half registering the words but somehow you still understand. It is of different meanings but allows people to come together, or in loneliness never feel truly alone. It is either the most needed distraction or concentration state that you can be in, especially as I'm writing this. Having been a band kid, I understand the thrill for your ears becoming deaf, but also fine-tuned as I have the most usual worries for it. It is the way one plays it that captures someone from the ears to all other parts of being, like those facts that the heart beats along, the foot tapping to the steady beat, the movement caused by such creation. It is an art form. The exploration is what makes people think, or not think as their thoughts relax or constrict in whatever. But remember, it is feeling, and even if it is wide on the horizon, don't be afraid to listen to those exploring, because you're exploring yourself. You're only a blank canvas that can be depicted by what you move to in power of music. It's just how people can find themselves in this wonderful, sorrowful, harsh world.