Something I Can't Live Without

It winds through our air and into our ears and straight into our brains. The waves of disturbance vibrating its way across a field or stadium or stage. But, we wouldn't dare call it a disturbance. No, far from it! You play it easily, or forcefully; you manipulate these disturbances of air into art and create something absolutely beautiful. Music. You take a breath in and let it out again. Music. With all its profound effect on people.  Music. When you didn't know how to explain yourself but then you heard the gentle dynamic shift in Eric Whitacre's October and you knew, right then and there, that that was exactly how you felt. Music. When you wanted to communicate with someone who you couldn't quite reach. So you had that improv duet thing and you and them instantly clicked. It was surreal.  Music? How could lines on a piece of paper translate into masterpieces like Mars, or Jupiter, both by Gustav Holst? This guy is amazing! His entire Planet Suite is a masterpiece! Without music, you would not be yourself.  Music helps you in times of need. Music heals you. Music keeps you from being lonely.  It's dire to life. It's imperative for reaching into your feelings and just letting go. You take another breath. You hold it in, longer than the last time. Yeah. Music is great.

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