I love music, and I always will.
With music, nothing else matters. It is meditation, in its purest form. The melodies seep into my mind, washing away worries and doubts. It relaxes me, quietens busy thoughts and buzzing anxieties, like smoke. It consumes me from head to toe, spreading peace and joy through my bone, body, heart, soul, mind.
With music, I feel like I am on top of the world. Like I can do anything. It makes the world less daunting, less overwhelming. And when it does get too much, I can retreat into music. I can hide in my own little world for a while, chords comforting me, symphonies sheltering me, until I feel better.
It is my comfort, and my joy. My best friend, on whom I can always depend. My sunshine, on rainy days. My voice, when I can’t express how i feel. My shoulder to cry on. My escape, a key to a thousand secret gardens of wonder. My love, that makes my heart sing.
I’m not sure I could live life without music. For I love it too much, and it helps me so much, that it would be impossible.
