• Is it odd that I have a love of music?

    I love to display my passion to the world in any and every song, to let my emotions dance with the melody.
    Music is the sound of the soul. Nothing can hide from it. As soon as the first note is played, your soul leaks out, gushing with every accent and marcato.
    I love to play the sounds of my soul, to let everything out in one beautiful performance of deep foreboding tenutos and happy, short staccatos.

    It makes me happy that music is the last class I have. All the heartaches of the day, all the troubles and worries, can float away on a river of song while I play away all of my sorrows and fears, letting my fingers dance across the keys.
    I can walk into the music room with feelings of anger, nervousness, frustration and walk out feeling joyful, rejuvenated, refreshed like an elderly person when they shed their earthly shell to receive a new perfect body in Heaven. Yes! Music is like my small piece of Heaven on Earth!

    I want to express my feelings in my song. When I play, I want little children to leap from their seats and dance to my tune. When I play, I want the old, the sick, the weak to feel strong and renewed. When I play, I want the whole world to feel what I feel! I want the whole world to experience my little piece of Heaven!

    However, I wish for my music to be more than just sound but something tangible, something that you can reach for with your heart and feel course through your entire body, something you can touch with the innermost part of your soul, drinking in every crescendo and diminish, every accelerando and ritenuto, every grandioso and adagio like drinking in the very essence of life itself!

    I don’t care how odd it is, I love music with every fiber of my being.