Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Think about the way the music sounded. Some of my earliest and most vivid memories are listening to music or singing. Only later, would I come to play a musical instrument and that would shape the course of my life for years to come, probably for the rest of my days.
I will always love the power of music, it can make you dance uncontrollably or it can make you feel glass-breakingly broken.
It can draw at the strings of your heart if placed with perfect visual imagery. It can be the thing that finds its way into your mind and refuses to pack up and go home.
It defines all cultures, regardless of contact. It crosses all age and race lines. It is an equaliser.
It is an international language. Spoken by everyone.

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