The Music Within

My music was my soul. If you listened, you could hear my deepest thoughts, my real intentions, my every emotion. My music was my heart. It beat inside of me. It propelled my every movement, my every action. I thought to the rhythm of my music. I dreamt to my music. Music flowed through every part of my body. And sometimes�"sometimes some of that magic, that raw emotion would slip through my fingers, my voice, my breath into the outside world, and it felt as though my music changed the world around me. A major rise caused a bird to sing, a minor melody made the sky cry in longing. The thumping of drums was echoed by the footsteps around me. And sometimes�"sometimes that was enough.

Reviews

[mercy party]

sometimes Music isn't a choice. Looks like you are a classic case. I know what you speak of, and you spoke it well. I've tried to put it down, i can't. Your write reminding me of this calling! very cool

[trailcoyote]

Thank you so much!