Life without music would be a lie

It is always there. Most of the time without request. Without stretching your hand to search for the radio station, or find the track you think matches the occasion. Usually, it is always there endorsing all of your life’s backgrounds. Even silence has its own soundtrack. Even laughter, tears, frustration, exclamation, and reactions you haven’t yet figured out their origin have their very own lyrics and sound. That is the thing with music, it is omnipresent, uninvited and predisposed in a deep place inside you that you are oblivious about its exact whereabouts, but even if you knew where it comes from you would never be able to solve the mystery of how certain melodies occur at certain times in your head or lips like you were the inspirational muse that led to their birth.

Music is to look further and get lost in yourself. Start over with every verse, push the repeat button to relive your moments with the sound you have made yours and revive the light along with it. The one that gathers all your truest reflections. As the high azure plain opens up your thoughts range over even higher and you notice that everything around you is music. It is the regular dance of all your breaths on the one and only. On those you care. On those fraction of time, you spend to smile to them. This party of grins comes with a band. But even when it has left the building you can still hear them because they are music to you. Your music. You can still hear it in the voices of the street you were born. Your mother calling you countless times to return home but the other children’s dusty runs by playing in the street covered her voice.

Music is the dialect of the rain on the rooftop, the lullabies of your appreciation you still have a roof and people under it with you. But even when you are lonely, music picks you up from where people left you. Each chorus takes you a step further. It is a universal language everybody speaks, even those who listen and not hear. Even when mentalities change and silence prevails after the exploded air and it keeps falling down on everything nobody’s mind can imagine a world without music even if they wanted to. Every single heart even the smallest one is a beating of life and love that creates music tirelessly.

It is the hole in the skin of the sky that matches yours. Through that hole, you can hear the stars which are succinct reminders of where you came from. Those musical maps that guide you where you want to go. If you still can’t pick a route to get there, be patient and they will help you discover it before your signature track ends. Before you very own special soundtrack the one inside of you, the one which is part of you, the one that runs with you starts all over again.