Feeling the Music

Music is in my heart and deep in my soul. I’m not a musician by any stretch of the imagination. I’m a fan that feels music rather than just listening to it. Anyone that knows me would tell you that my whole world is music though I have never played an instrument. I am guilty, however, of murdering a perfectly good tune in the shower. Music has always taken me to another place when life was just too much too bear. Music has never left my side. Music can torture your broken heart or can give you hope that someone will come along to mend that heart when it’s time. When I felt like running, music gave me warm arms to comfort me so I would stay. I always wondered what got into the head of musicians when they are up on that stage doing their thing. Who were they singing to? Is it anyone at all? Is there a hidden Muse pulling passion and soul out of the musician? Being the romantic soul that I am, I would like to think that there is a Muse behind every passionate musician. One can only hope that Muse keeps that musician going on making music, playing to thankless crowds who should feel the music rather than listen. That way there is always at least one in that thankless crowd feeling the music instead of just listening to it. So if any musicians out there ever thought of giving up music just remember that there is always that one out there that makes it all worth it. So play on and give the gift of your craft to feelers like me. Nobody wants a silent world…

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