Music

Life is like music, it must be composed by ear, feeling and instinct, not by rule. Nevertheless one had better know the rules, for they sometimes guide in doubtful cases, though not often.

music_is_math_by_newmdl2Without music, life is a silent journey through a desert. Music is the vernacular of the human soul. Music isn’t just learning notes and playing them, you learn notes to play to the music of your soul. Music is what oozes through my veins at all times, music is the fuel that drives my existance, music is where energy collides into some kind of spiritual matter that shatters every barrier, every law of this Universe. I find and lose myself in music; in it I find peace and joy and happyness. And sorrow and regret and melancholy. Such a blizzard of feelings that sometimes strikes me so hard that I can barely breathe. Music is my Nirvana, my heaven and my hell. Every heartbeat is part of the tempo of my life, my every step is but a note in my existence’s symphony, my body is the orchestra and my mind the conductor.


What’s the use of living if I can’t hear? You know how it feels to love a piece of music so fucking much that your chest hurts when you’re deprived of it. You know how you jump up and down and crank the volume up when your favorite song plays on the radio. You know how dance and freak out when you’re alone in your bedroom, pretending to be the lead singer when you think no one’s watching. And you know you can’t sing for shit.

My hands burn when I can’t play my guitar, my vocal chords stop speaking when I can’t sing, my whole body shatters if I am deprived of music. I am a musician and as such, a part of music and it is part of me. I cannot imagine life without it. The vibrations on the air are the breath of God speaking to man’s soul. Music is the language of God. We musicians are as close to God as man can be. We hear his voice, we read his lips, we give birth to the children of God, who sing his praise. That’s what musicians are. And that alone is worth dying for, ’cause what’s the point in living if you can’t feel alive?


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