The Gift of Music

In the absence of a new song (as I haven't been able to sit down to a writing session this week, so nothing new has sprung up) here is another piece of writing - a "journal entry", if you will. This was the aftermath of "middle of nowhere" and really got me questioning the world around me while I look for something that may or may not be deluding me (I'm not quite sure yet...)

And I give you this confession: I wanna hear some music. I want the music to come crashing down on me so at last I can hear the angels speak. Not through tongues, but the language that every young mind speaks, where the spirit of some God the majority of society does not understand does not need to descend and bestow upon us some mystery that will remain a mystery.

I want the gift that is inside all of us. Not through baptism or ritual, or renewal of a faith that seems destined to die, but the gift that is simply locked away, waiting for a key that, perhaps, no conscious part of us can ever develop.

So how do we unlock the music? I think all that is needed is to try one's very best at being their very best. Then, perhaps, some inspiration may come along and find us worthy of a unique key to a unique lock, so that we may finally break free of arguments and contract, lyrically binding, in order to reach the furthest parts of our spirit to write lyrics that can finally touch the hearts and minds of those who are having good days, bad days, or perhaps just an exhausting life.

Having the gift of music is having the power to touch lives, to change them and to inspire beyond measure. It's the gift that allows music to flow through our very being on the first listen, as if it's injected straight into our bloodstream (I need music in my bloodstream so I take music to the bloodstream), and that's why the youth of today breathe, talk, and live music. It has this mesmerising property whereby you are obliged to listen, and at last hear the language of angels.

I think that if sitting on my bede in the middle of the middle of nowhere has taught me anything it's that when you're living for something, live it big; if you wanna sing out, sing out; finding the music in your life is not always easy, but the search never stoops to boring and if there's one thing I'll be praying for until my hope and inspiration arrive, it'll be for the gift of music, so that it will, in the end, all come crashin'.