Music Magic

Music fills the soul as water fills the ocean.

One cannot exist without the other.

They are bound together, for without song, how can soul exist?

A melody lifts my spirit on wings, soaring far, far, to another world completely, a world where anything is possible.

That world drifts on the day-dreams of treble and bass, scales and lyrics, rhyme and rhythm, tempo and tune, but so, so much more.

Essence and character, broken hearts poured into every note. All that I am, sung with the voices of the songbirds, dances to the harmonies of that musical world.

Free to fly anywhere, song takes wing to the domain of fantasy. Hazy visions and life-long prayers bound to the page and set to score, come to life and soar to the skies.

Sweet and pure music floats through me, my being leaping. Joy, fear, hope, desire, mystery. They mingle and swirl through my head and my heart.

My heart beats fast, its pace resounding to that of the tune, my soul stirring inside.

All that I am reflected within music, it hides just beneath the surface of the song.

Voices hum and cry, ascending to the heights of love, and falling to the darkness of despair. Every feeling, every fear, every brightest hope is caught up in the magic of music.

Its beauty captivates, elevates.

Music and soul. Like water and the ocean.

One cannot exist without the other.

My soul flies on the wings of melody,

Bearing me wherever I might wish to soar.