Amazing how a song can transcend the pain and go right to where things were joyous. Music that has the power to lift your spirits, the potential to inspire you, the beauty to make you cry. When I listen to an instrument as angelic as the violin, I feel like I'm resting on a cloud; my soul is one with the melody. The sensual hum of a saxophone makes my body feel free to unravel, layer by layer. It would seem to others as if music was my fetish, and if that wasn't totally odd to admit, it probably would be. I used to play the alto saxophone as well as the drums, but I've always wanted to learn the violin and piano. As of late I have an irresistible urge to take up the bass guitar, since I find myself having an ear for it.
I can't put into words how special music is to me, and I know that's a very cliche thing to say. It is entwined in my veins; I feel insufficient without it. Music has been such a key facet of my life ever since I was a little girl, but I'm not quite sure where the passion and desire for it came from. There was always music playing in our house growing up, mostly old disco records that my dad owned. I remember feeling a (probably unnatural) connection to certain songs; all I knew at the time was that I loved how music made me feel. The freedom music makes my heart experience has never gotten old and I doubt will ever expire. I'll be honest, I'm not a dancer in that I never took classes growing up (still bitter about it, thanks mom and dad) but I'll still bust some moves regardless of whether I'm actually professionally "good" or not. Dancing is the most liberating emprise I've ever had the pleasure of partaking in.
I've never been able to connect with people who don't have a strong connection to music. When I was wedding planning last year, there was one night I spoke to the DJ that I had hired for an hour and a half over the phone. At that moment in time, he felt like my most best friend. My heart was so full after speaking not necessarily to him, but about my most favorite topic: music. I truly cannot picture life without melodies; life itself is a song. One that surpasses the hurt…one that is a romantic ballad…one that makes you cry tears of sadness or rivers of pure joy…one that makes you whirl in elation. Life is indeed a song, and my soul is simply ballroom dancing with it.