Music. You are music. You are melody, you are lyrics, you are rhythm. Music has made so much more sense since you came into my life. Well, I mean my musical choices, my likes and loves. I hear music in my head all the time; it can be the wind in branches and leaves, it can be rushing traffic, it can be gulls and waves on the shore, it can be on the stereo or a passing someone’s mp3 player. I hear it in nature, I hear it in stores, I hear it on the radio. I awake and hear it in my head. Sometimes the first thread of lyrics that I hear upon awakening amazes me; I don’t know if that song was playing in a dream I was having or if it was the last thing I heard before falling asleep.
Before you came into my life I had periods of musicality but I also had periods of stillness. I still kept up with whatever new music was coming out, listened to my old favourites, sang a bit, but I think my soul and my spirit were in a quiet phase. I didn’t feel music coursing through me the way I did when I was much younger, the way I do again now. Truth is, though, that I wasn’t aware that it was missing. There was enough substance, melodically and lyrically, to keep me in a state of existence. Then you came along and all of a sudden my entire being was humming with tunes and words. There was a reason I had collected snippets of lyrics, fragments of songs and stored them away. It all came together. A vibration began inside of me that had long been laying dormant, waiting for the first string to be plucked. Now, once again, my soul sings and my spirit flies on wings of melody and lyrics. You know how much I love the written word and what are lyrics but written words set to music. How can you beat that? The real beauty is that I am now finding myself surrounded by music all the time. It is everywhere; it envelopes me, it cradles and cushions me, it pushes and prods me. I hear music in the dishwasher running, I hear music in the rhythm of the garbage truck stopping and starting at every house on the street. It’s not just on the radio or in tv theme songs. It is everywhere.
I am no longer simply in a state of existence. I am alive, I am singing and dancing and laughing and crying and you did that for me. You are my music. You are my lyrics. You are my rhythm. You are my bass line. You make my toes tap and my fingers drum. You give me tunes to hum and lyrics to marvel at. You make my soul sing and my heart dance. Sometimes it’s too much; it’s overwhelming and I need to withdraw; but even at my lowest, when the tempo of my heart beat has slowed to largo, listening to something, anything, usually brings me back to thoughts of you and even when it has been thoughts of you that took me down, the music and the thoughts that it evokes bring me back to a certain level of bouyancy that allows me to carry on.
You give me the music that is the soundtrack of my life.