Friday, 18 April 2014
Tonight, my mother listened to my current Spotify Starred list. We danced to Pharrel Williams and bopped to Christina Aguilera. She even had to take in John Legend croning All of Me which I call his song. You know... "Love your curves and all your edges. All your perfect imperfections."
The point was that we connected through music.
I told her about what music does for me. Instead of being sad, she was happy that I have music. She understands.
To me, music is a state.
To me, music is the tempo of happiness.
To me, music is salvation.
In my moments of deepest loneliness and sadness, I have tunes. They rescue me. They pick me up off the couch and twirl me around the room.
There is so much that I wouldn't survive if there weren't sounds to get me through. So I constantly look backward, forward and to now for the words and beats to represent me. I keep finding them. That preserves me.
Sometimes, I dread the day when music ceases to sing to me. When it stops explaining me to others.
The moments when I share a kiss with a perfect man, to a woman proclaiming that she asks that god accepts her man in heaven when the day comes.
May there always be music.