Creating Music

Words cannot express the beauty in creating music.

There is great beauty in sounds emanating from your own fingertips.

In knowing you gave birth to something so beautiful yet neutral in its intentions.

There is no feeling like the kiss of a string as you strum past it and the firm grasp of a mute as your palm hushes the notes to an end.

It is in these moments that even the shyest of souls dance.

And even greater beauty in not playing in any particular direction but just letting the music write itself, letting notes and chords chase each other, in the warm embrace of complete heart healing sounds.

It is in these sounds I confide.

The process if life giving..

To feel music be born under my own power and feel it’s comforting voice grants peace to parts of me I cannot name. They speak to me, they console parts of me others cannot reach. They do not speak but yet, they carry certain knowledge of the future being “ok” all while still being uncertain. I confide in the message and I forget…about everything.