The Music Inside...

The music is all around you...

All you have to do is listen...

With these concluding lines, it touched a chord in me somewhere.

It has always struck a chord in me, come to think of it. Music. A form of relevance, a form of energy, that has always reached out to me in ways nothing else has ever been able to.

It has its own mysterious ways of speaking, of communicating. Tells you things, that you know are being whispered only to you.  It’s like the wind in the trees, the caress of a soft touch, the overcast yet blue sky, the sound of the waves, the calm of the mountains... all of this communicated to you in a few magical notes...and the interpretation is solely yours..

How much can be conveyed through its notes, through its existence, is something that’s immensely endearing; immensely attractive, if i may say so. All the more the creative energy channelled through it, the expanse of the energy it exudes; the expression it provides; all of that and only more. Sometimes like the swiftness of rapids, at others, merely soothing me through its very presence. The reaction i’ve had to various forms of music has always been very strong; some guitar solos, still make my toes curl, each time i listen to them...

I’ve never mastered the art.  Not that i’ve never wanted to. There have been pockets of time, when i’ve had strong urges to pursue learning music. I’ve just never pursued the urge;  Now, i guess i will...now that i’m a lill more sure about what i want to do professionally. When these urges happened, i guess there were more important things in my head that needed clearing up; gradually things are falling into place; they always do, don’t they?

Sometimes when i look back at my childhood and think that i’d learnt classical music for three whole years i smile..I also remember what my mother said when i was adamant to give it up; that i’d always regret not having a ‘special talent’ later in my life; I look back and smile upon that too. I regret not learning music, but not for the same reasons. My mother i guess, with all her best interests for me in mind, did not possibly have the right reasons for her want of me to learn music. That apart, the period when i was tried to learn music, i never did...i never enjoyed it, because it did not come from within me. It was somewhat enforced. It was someone else’s want; not my own.  What my mother should have probably figured out then is that i don’t do very well with enforced thoughts; she still hasn’t ...and i’m still hoping sometime in the near future she will;

 I needed more motivation, more reason than it just adding to my resume. I guess i have that now. My want; my appreciation for it; Strong enough that i’m writing about it! My muse has always been me...

 Sometime soon then... J