viva la musica

I don’t hear music anymore. I haven’t just heard music for quite some time. It has ceased to exist purely as structured sound. No longer is it perceived as merely a calculated combination of melody, harmony and rhythm in my humbled ears. Rather, it has taken on a life all it’s own, dripping with personality and embracing me as a lost friend of a bygone age of innocence. It is not the passive processing of sound anymore. It is the flow of emotions, the convergence of ideas, the expression of the true self.

The sounds wash over me as if waves crashing upon a distant shore breaking the serenity with their undulating power. They are dynamic and changing, like the creation of music. And, much the same as every wave that passes across the sands leaves it’s own individual imprint each phrase, each note has it’s own subtle, yet substantial impact on me as I experience it. Each one touches me inside, changes me, for better or worse, impacting with a full range of emotion.

Moving me in a near religious sense, music takes me to another place within myself. Through this, the passion of an educated adult mingles with the adventurous inner child. It becomes a exorcising of personal demons as much as it is an expression of unbridled joy. To be fully involved with the music is to expose everything inside of you without hesitation, without worry for what the world around you may think or feel.

In this sense, music overtakes me. It encompass my mind, body and soul exposing me like a prism creating a spectrum from a single beam of light. It begins to bridge the chasm that exists between mystery and reality. It has expanded my comprehension beyond that of trying to understand to a greater depth of a nirvana. I reach an euphoric state, a state of internal bliss beyond that bound by the parameters of words to a new level of dynamic expression.

It is the soundtrack to my life – setting the tone and the mood for each and every endeavor. Every facet of existence has a backdrop of sonic exuberance, be it the hymn of a songbird or the cadence of speech, the click of hard soled shoes on the sidewalk or the hum of tires on the roadway. Building upon the aural pleasure humans derive by coordinating the natural beauty of sound, the creation of music developed. In such, our variety of sonic exploration has now become my fascination and adoration.

I have become ever so much more than enamored by it. I yearn it. It tugs at my heartstrings as true love would, casting upon myself a seemingly divine devotion to it and incessant need for it as I derive a simple and unique pleasure from it. It reflects my inner being, helping me celebrate the goodness of life as well as being a comfort in the bad. Never with the expectation of being any more than appreciated, and in that I feel a reverence for it. It is my connection to God, for even the Bible itself says, he who sings prays twice. . .

~ by thedoormouse on 31 March 2002.