“Where words fail, music speaks.” -Hans Christian Andersen
Music has been my constant companion. It was with me all throughout high school shaping my social life, and it wafted through my room the entire time I lay in a coma. I have played inside of a sonic landscape since before I was born; dancing to songs with my Mother while still inside Her tummy. For the record, my “first dance,” was P.Y.T by Michael Jackson. Since then my feet have found the ground and I continue to dance. I’ve danced through most of school, my family life, and even now during recovery. Without dancing, all these years I’d have just been standing still, stagnant. However, those little black notes have pushed me through to victory after victory. A sure outward sign that I was improving was when I started being interested in music again. It has been entwined with the neurons in my brain; each song sparking a vivid memory, an imagined music video sequence, or feelings of elation. Music has not only influenced my life so much as it has dictated it. Friends came and went by route of the current albums I was into. We found our identities and a common ground contained within flat round compact discs, or vinyl if you were “really cool.” Even when there was a question concerning the integrity of my memory after a severe stroke, I still remembered everyone’s faces and all my favorite musical artists. The power of music runs deep my friend. There remains few people that can put into words exactly what music communicates. That’s exactly why our souls need it; Because, it communicates what mere words cannot. Indeed as an adolescent I held to the belief that a particularly well homemade mix tape could cause you to fall in love with someone, the music you enjoyed said almost more about you then the way you dressed, and to die and become a music note would be of the utmost honor. Because, if your spirit could inhabit the form of a music note, you’d touch people’s lives and live on in beautiful symphonies forever. Not to mention, once you fall in love with rock n’ roll, it’s difficult to find other people that share your enthusiasm. However, when you do, you know you’ve got an instant friend and you’re held together by the invisible threads of sound. Therefore, don’t discount its power, and keep on singing even when it rains. Especially when life gets difficult if you continue to sing, those invisible threads will pull you through.
I leave you with a song, enjoy!
sing it out!