Words are just Words

Victor Hugo once said, “Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.”

Music is my life, my passion, and has defined who I am. It has allowed me to overcome emotional strife and has made me a better person by putting me in closer touch with myself and my feelings.

Listening to music, playing music, and writing music is what I do and who I am.

Listening to music is very subjective. I say this because a single song invokes different emotions in different people. When listening to music, you can’t get it wrong or right, and partly because of that, listening to music is one of my favorite hobbies.

Listening to the right song also can calm me down or get me motivated. I have used music to fall asleep at night countless times, and have used it for a boost of energy when cleaning my apartment or doing laundry. I’m sure many of you can relate to this.

Playing music is also subjective but, as I’m sure most of us are aware, it can be done very wrong. That's one thing I really like about playing music; not everyone can do it. As selfish as it may sound, it gives me a sense of pride to know that I can do something others can’t. On the other hand, hearing others that are way better than me gives me a profound sense of humility.

Playing music gives me confidence while keeping me grounded.

For me, what song I decide to play is a direct consequence of my mood. It's kind of like a mood ring, except it actually works. It's not hard to tell what kind of mood I'm in my listening to the kind of music I'm playing.

Writing music is a different ball game, though. Like playing music, the music that comes out when I write is a direct consequence of what I’m feeling. But when I have a feeling I want to express, but don’t know a song that expresses it, I write a new one.

See, writing music is a direct connection between the soul and the instrument and because of this, it acts as an intense emotional outlet and has almost no limits. I wrote several songs after my grandfather passed away and it allowed me to completely express my feelings in a way words could not.

Ponder this: How would you explain to someone what love is, what anger is, what sadness is? What words would you use? These are basic human emotions that make up the essence of our existence, yet how can you describe them other than with words representing other feelings?

See, music affects us in our souls. You don’t need to know any language for music to invoke a feeling. You don’t need to understand the lyrics to enjoy a song.

Music is my language. I listen to it, play it, and write it. I let the music do the talking in my life, for it expresses the inexpressible.