Have you ever gotten lost in a song? Put something on, to find yourself floating away with no sense of time or place, drifting in a moment of bliss?

Have you ever connected with a musician on a level that transcends words? Have you been sucked into a piece that demanded your full attention and left no room for other?

Music can be such an incredible power. It is transformative and transcendental.

I have spent hours and hours inside of rhythms. I have had melodies visit me in my dreams, begging to be brought into the third dimension.

Music is such a gift. Immediately understood by the listener on a level beneath the logical. It appeals to the emotional center of man. It’s structure can be studied, but it does not need to be understood to be felt.

Music has given me something to believe in, something to strive for when I had little else.

Music empowers me. Music calms me. It puts me to sleep, but it can also raise me heart rate.

Music brings people together.

There is magic in melody and rhythm that leaves no room for misinterpretation. You get it as you listen. It is a language of it’s own.

Sometimes the rumbling thunder or the chirping birds sounds like nature’s song. I’ve been granted the ears to hear such sounds and music is a gift for the ears.

When I was young I spent hours hunched over my guitar. I felt stifled with words, but on music it flowed naturally. It was easy to express the depths of myself with chords when I did not yet have the bravery or vocabulary to use words.

In the albums of my heroes I found ideas and inspirations that made life worth living. I remember thinking that if I could effect another with my art, the way I’ve been effected, my life will have been a success.

Music connected me to others. In the struggles of my adolescence I found friends that spoke the same language. Not only did we bond over the music that we enjoyed, but we played music together. We were able to communicate in ways that I hadn’t imagined.

When I wonder what to do with my life, how to have purpose and impact, I imagine myself playing on the street. Playing for the public. Sharing my joy through music.

Music speaks to a part of my being that no words can ever reach. I can feel the passion of a performer and understand the depths of them when no words will do. Tone can speak to that which the lyric cannot.

When I feel sadness I sing. When I feel joy I sing.

Music is a brilliant expression, so intricately linked to mathematics and geometry. It is series and sequence and pattern and ratio.

Let music consume you. Let it transport you from the mundane to the ecstatic. Dance to the rhythm. Do not think, but be driven. Let your song out. Do not stop it. Let it breathe and swell as you sway in the groove.

Feel the funk in your bones. Let the jazz expand you. Revel in the rock n roll while the blues move you. Feel the tears in a single line. Let the psychedelic blow your mind. Hip hop and the dirty drops that leave you no choice but to feel.

It was said, ‘life without music would be a mistake.’ I feel this in my bones.

Music is a power that we can all tap into, but few fully understand. The ability to be moved. Consider how effected we are by music. When watching a movie, how the corresponding sounds impact our feeling. Music tells us what to feel, demands us to feel, and it does not appeal to reason to do so. It is a primitive force that transcends the rational mind.

Dive into music. Give it your full attention. It is often applied in passing. It sits in the background to keep us company too often.

It is a power that many tap into but few fully understand.

Music defines cultures. Music reminds us of memories long forgotten. It speaks to us in ways that only music can. When I listen to music I listen to more than organized sounds. I listen to raw human emotions.

Music speaks to me in a way that words never will. It is something that bonds us balms the wounded soul.

As I listen to music, it echoes in my soul.