I trust the music.
It never fails to take me away from where ever I may be. Give me a note, a chord, a word and I am transported. I am transformed. A static silence ago, I was a bored and empty and staring blindly out some car window. Switch the station and I am alive. The music embraces me in beats and strings and voices. Now my spirit is full. My molecules resonate within my body, joining, growing, dancing and I have purpose. Music turns my pulse to love; melts my limbs, clears my eyes and reddens my lips. I hope you can feel it too, otherwise I’m sorry; I have no choice but to leave you far, far behind. Love becomes power, and I am unafraid, on my way to some uncertain destiny. A seatbelt cannot restrain the radiating possibility – the wild of my awakened heart. I have found my soul.
Most people do not make me feel this way. If someone ever did, I would be sure to know I loved them. It is a rare thing for another person to make you feel free. Friends have made me feel accepted, made me belong. They’ve let me laugh and fed me ideas to wonder before I go to sleep. Girls have taught me to compare, and the boys have made me blush and look away. Sisters have played hide and seek with me, only to leave me in graveyards. Fathers wander away in crowded parks. Mothers tuck me in on someone else’s doorstep – but the music comes for me. Music seeks me as I seek it; we have no choice but to collide. Even in the aftermath, music lets me go, only to come back again and again in the rain of memory. The aftermath of our crash is a magic, toxic spill of reality and what can be. Music does not hide the truth from me. Confirming what my heart believed it knew, but did not have the courage to say aloud - music speaks for me. No matter my mood, there is always some human out there, human like me, to respond with their drums and violins. Music changes us, and we become something so much more than what we wanted to believe we could be, because the failure of it would be too devastating. With music we are not alone. With music we are safe.
No one has ever made me know freedom like music.
In music is the freedom of change. I transcend this mortal shell of flesh; the soul is an opal mist, I am connected to all things. I am all people; all histories, all futures. The story of life is told in music, you cannot hold it down with rules or social norms. Music is whatever it wants to be, whatever you let it be.
A softer harmony comes through the radio, more simple, more perfect. This everlasting breath tames the once wild, raging heart of possibility. Focus shifts to the easy and slow, rise and fall, of what surrounds me. This is when I want to hold your hand, wrapping a finger or two around yours, as a child would do. I want to come back for you. I want to smile. Music does not pressure me, expect things of me, or complacently accept me. Music does not underestimate me. It knows I am just as versatile, complex, full of thought and meaning and history beyond the chorus. I want to love you. I want to share my music with you. Please do not turn that volume down. Do not pull away, or speak below a whisper. Do not hide from me. Your song is your own; let me hear you, find you. Trust me. Turn it up, up, up.
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