Sometimes the music can take me back to the time before I lost my naivety. For a moment in time the music eases my troubled mind and I remmeber the time when I was unaware of the evil in the world.
Sometimes, especially late at night, the music touches my soul. I sing aloud and my soul resonates, matching frequency with the music, taking in the sound and expressing my feelings in a more accurate and complete way than words ever could.
Sometimes I sit silently and let the music fill my mind and soul with its calling. I close my eyes and my body and soul melt, becoming nothing, vaporizing into the music, until I am the music.
Sometimes the music fills me with a deep longing. I want to do everything, be everything, see everything. I want to travel the Earth and learn secrets and customs of other cultures. I want to see things that will inspire me like nothing else. I want to have my life changed by the beauty of Earth, whether it be the jagged ridges of the Rockies or the chaotic harmony of the streets of New York City; the gently undulating waves of the high desert or the dark mystery of the New Orleans night.
Sometimes I am able to be content in spite of my life. I sing and the music brings me joy, helps me to forget everything for a while. It's good to be able to escape, even if only temporarily. A familiar song can unlock the door to my mind and allow me to lose myself, to forget everything and just revel in the bliss and beauty of the sound, of harmony.
Perhaps it's naive, but I have an unshakable belief in the limitless power of my music. It can do anything.