If I could have chosen a “gift” to have in life I would have chosen music.
Particularly, singing. Oh, how I wish I could sing. Really sing.
Not for money, or for fame.
I wasn’t made for the spotlight – I honestly get a little freaked out when my blog gets more views than average (though, please don’t stop reading – I don’t want to be left talking to myself, hehe ).
I’m just content in the corner – I like people-watching, staring at a rolling ocean, writing poems in my head. If I could sing, I would sing in the woods.
Music just touches a part of me that nothing else does. It’s rare that I resonate fully with any song but I resonate deeply with a lot of songs, artists and lyrics.
As I once read somewhere;
Music is what feelings sound like.
My life has a soundtrack. I associate different songs with seasons of the journey – so many different artists, writers and musicians have given voice to emotions I needed to feel before I could verbalize them. I have sad songs, love songs, worship songs, grieving songs, introspective songs, angry songs. Music is powerful.
I wrote in a previous entry about how I’m quite an emotional person (in case you couldn’t tell that just from reading my blog ). I think that, for me, music is usually what releases that emotion, gives it words and lets it speak.Yet, sometimes its even deeper. It touches a place that simply wouldn’t be touched otherwise.Music speaks in rainbow hues sometimes red. sometimes blue. fire and ice wed rhythmically. angst and hope clash lyrically.
So much of my writing is an attempt to mimic the rhythms of music in prose.To translate the songs in my heart.
I’ve written poems following (or in the midst of) most major life events. Dating, breakups, Spiritual growth, falling in love, disappointments. It’s a natural expression for me. It’s also the closest I can get to singing (aside from the attempts I make in my shower ).
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent – Victor Hugo
Last night Husband took me out for Thai food to celebrate Valentines day. We were tucked in the corner of a hole-in-the-wall restaurant (which is, as he pointed out last night, my very favorite kind).
I was snuggled up against his shoulder soaking in the scents of rice, steam, spice and incense – all so different than say, Olive Garden, when piano music started spilling out of the corner of the place.
You couldn’t even see the man playing. The dim lighting and placement of the piano left him barricaded. In his own musical world. His fingers danced over the keys, pulling songs from them.
It was magical.
I love that Scripture is full of commands to sing, to worship, to dance and to praise our God. Music is a powerful medium of communication and avenue of worship.
Oh, to be able to sing .
Below is one such example of emotion in music - how stunningly beautiful is Adele? Ahh, I know she’s all the rage right now but I’ve been a fan for about three years and I’m really excited for the success she’s having.
So, enjoy and, if you have any songs/artists to suggest leave a comment saying so. I’ll be very grateful!