The Music in Me

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short explanation of the affect of music in my life.

Submitted: January 15, 2014

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Submitted: January 15, 2014

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There's a difference between enjoying music and having the music in you: anyone can listen to music, but when you have music in you, you uncontrollably illustrate the flow of each measure in every way the human anatomy will let you, letting the power of a guitar solo or piano chord take you away from what you're living and give you graspable hope, love, and life.  It starts with a foot tapping to a beat, and then you find yourself humming along to the song, followed by singing nonchalantly in the car or shower; however, singing becomes shameless belting, opening your mouth and shouting each word more passionately than the last, and now you're jumping and dancing and filled with emotion you didn't think you had.  The power of the lyrics overcome your body as you stop in awe of the beauty and wit of a writers words, but you can't stop: the music is in you.  I don't remember the defining moment music entered my soul; I don't think anybody does, really.  I had always been the kid who loved music (at age six I could sing you the entire Sound of Music soundtrack and all of Elvis's #1 hits without skipping a beat), but it wasn't all of me.  I didn't appreciate music deeper than the surface; singing along was a nice hobby that put a smile on my face, nothing more.  There was a change that had to happen before it could sink all the way in: before I could embrace music, I had to encounter silence.


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