Music Lives Within Us

Music is born in each soul and lives within us, weaving itself as if by gossamer thread, through every moment of our life. The notes that are played in our hearts are pure. It seems strange that they are only heard by us and remain ours alone. We each are born hearing the song that was written just for us. Original melodies. Ours alone, and like fingerprints, no two melodies are identical. Music holds the links to our deepest memories. It graces us and sweetly rocks us in its perfect melody, while each note embraces us and lifts us up.



Music stands by us when no one else will. It hums softly, blending magically into the fibre of our sweetest memories. It lulls us to sleep, cries for our sorrows, laughs with our joys, and it swells with the beat of our hearts when we are bursting with excitement. It sings to us such lullabies that have the power to still our restlessness and silence the clanging in our heads. It can even quench our thirst for more, and more, and more. Sweet music fills us with longing and stills the rushing thoughts within our minds. When our spirit is quiet, it has permeated the air around us. When we feel broken, it wraps itself around us, carries us away.

Music is within the very core of who we are and long to be. It sears our song and brands it onto our beating hearts. Each word speaks to us alone, and it whispers our name in song - even as it breathes for us in times when we may feel we cannot take another breath. It is the song of who we are and we sway as it dances in circles around our dreams. Music is our safety net and it covers us and protects us deep inside the castle where only our deepest emotions, and memories and our passion dwell.

It is born inside us, lives through us, and it also dies with us. But, with every friend and loved one, a new song is born inside us. That song is created by the joining of our song and theirs. Unique and rare and more valuable than silver or gold. The joining of our songs creates another precious melody and a new song is born. It is a beautiful thing. Great, powerful and truly awesome. It becomes a song all on its own. An original creation with a special melody that sings our name as lightly and sweetly as a nightingale sings.

It exists in a glorious melody that delights our soul, and in the melody our story is written. The notes meld and melt together, wisking us away to extreme heights and unknown places. So sweetly do we come together, to harmonize and blend, until we are the song; sung from passion, pain and joy. It is true; music is born inside us, lives through us, and it dies with us. But the songs we've written on the hearts of our loved ones continue singing for them to hear, forever. Those songs live on and on and on for all eternity.