Musically inspired. Musically inclined. Musically alive.
I’ve always had a passion for music. Its ebbs and flows have permeated my mind for as long as I can remember. It has always been there. Its presence just as much of a constant as God, himself. It flows as smooth as a babbling river with the power of a north wind. Soft and soothing as the sound of the crashing waves but stirring enough to make you move as though no one were watching (we are, though). It brings laughter to unaware children, tears to the suffering soul, and comfort for the ones moving on.
Music bobs your head, taps your toes, stirs your soul. Causes lovers to dance late into the night, wrapping them into it’s harmonic arms. It embraces the imaginative heart. Music pushes the artist to go further. It is a painting on an ever expanding canvas. Music had a beginning but there will be no end.
Though music has been alive in my heart, I never expressed it outwardly. I tried to match my tonal expression with the ever changing inflection of someone else’s but it just never sounded…good. I grew up, garnered an interest in guitar (more like “an interest in wooing the ladies”), and sooner than later I “learnt” the skill of singing. The outward expression of harmony quickly became as common as breathing to me. I attained a reputation as “the singing man”. Everywhere I went, music traveled with. T’was a friend that stayed close by.
I’ve laughed with it, cried with it, screamed with it, and even danced to it. It truly speaks where normal words fail.
My taste in music has waxed and waned throughout the years but to me, all music is the same. It gives a voice to the voiceless. Holds on to hope as though nothing else will do. It provides laughter and joy to an otherwise heavy world that we live in.
So, as I bob my head to the raspy vocal chords of Mr. John Legend, I can’t help but thank God for music.
What is some of your favorite music? What makes you move? Cry? Sing? Let me know in the comments below…