Music is not merely words strung on tune. It is a way of life; a definition of who we are. You can tell a generation apart from its propensity towards certain kind of music. You can’t label music. I remember a friend once telling me, guys who like metal and grunge are “bad people”; they are cruel and ruthless! No, I don’t think so. I’d say it sort of reflects their mind, their thoughts, their source of happiness, or rather the absence of it. It mirrors their lives, or moments of their lives. “Bad people” can’t make music, nor can appreciate it. It is ‘moments’ that make music - spontaneous overflow of emotion that compels you to empty yourself. You don’t just sing when you’re happy and you want the world to know. You sing, too, when you’re sad, miserable, so broken that you can’t find words. . .only incoherent rhythm. You also sing when you’re angry, frustrated and hurt. . .unbridled rage that becomes a part of you as you move away from the world, deluded - a “bad person”. You sing when you’re hope-less and helpless. That hollow void deep within, so hollow you can hear the music echo inside. . .almost a chasm, waiting to be filled. And you fill it with music.
You sing when you’re in love. Happy songs, songs of hope and dreams, of two people coming together. Epic songs of epic love. You sing when you fall out of love, lose love, wait for love, crave for love. You don’t always sing, literally. . .you might be listening to songs, thinking of a song, feeling a song, remembering a song. Remembering a moment, and how it was, and how it is. . .… Beautiful songs, sad songs, cheerful songs, violent songs, poetic songs, wordless songs. .….but always overwhelming.
It is amazing what a song can do, how it trickles through your ears and twists its way into the very core of your being! How every word seems to have been custom written for you, the rhythm flows through you in sync with your breathing, Becoming you! In that moment, everything falls away, it’s just you. . .… And every moment has its music, every season and hour. . . sparkling like a star in our hand, and melting like a snowflake.
You sing when you’re in love. Happy songs, songs of hope and dreams, of two people coming together. Epic songs of epic love. You sing when you fall out of love, lose love, wait for love, crave for love. You don’t always sing, literally. . .you might be listening to songs, thinking of a song, feeling a song, remembering a song. Remembering a moment, and how it was, and how it is. . .… Beautiful songs, sad songs, cheerful songs, violent songs, poetic songs, wordless songs. .….but always overwhelming.
It is amazing what a song can do, how it trickles through your ears and twists its way into the very core of your being! How every word seems to have been custom written for you, the rhythm flows through you in sync with your breathing, Becoming you! In that moment, everything falls away, it’s just you. . .… And every moment has its music, every season and hour. . . sparkling like a star in our hand, and melting like a snowflake.