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For as long as I can remember, music has been my life. Music is like magic, and I suppose that could be why they both start with the letter “M”. Music swirls and flows within the sound barrier, being just close enough to hear but not so close as to touch or taste or see or smell. It avoids the other four senses, making it mysterious and beautiful. Like all things supernatural.
Music is twisted, and can be anything you desire. It is the gentle embrace of a love song. Or the harsh cut of tragedy. It is everything and anything. Existence and demise. Tranquility and confrontation. Adoration and loathing. It is all things gorgeous and unsightly. Comforting and painful. Tender and ruthless.
Music gives a hidden story that is left for the reader to form. It has an open beginning and an open end. The possibilities for the stories you can create are endless and always changing.
Melody, harmony, composition, song; all of these are words that relate music. It boils in my blood, everlastingly seeking to be unbound by my soul, which has so involuntarily enslaved it. It is a butterfly’s caress, a kiss upon my pale chilled skin. It is forever on my tongue. Like blood on my lips. It is the bittersweet taste of the blackest chocolate. It is like love…it is my life.