Music and me have an age old relationship. My music, it helps me stay grounded, stay focused and it’s my security. I couldn’t have made it this far without it. I couldn’t have broken through the silence.  It fills my alone time. When I can’t explain my feelings, I fill them with music, the sound touches my emotions where there are no words.

My happy place is filled with a jam and my sadness is solaced with a tune.  My long drives are soothed by the melodies and my walks are consoled by the notes. When I have no one I have the tunes to comfort me.  When I’m down, I have the beats to dance with. My mornings start with the flute and my evenings are caressed by the saxophone.  My culture is supported by the eluding sitar and my womaness is staged with how beautiful an artist can make me feel.  There is a song for every sorrow and a tempo for every celebration.  The songs of my youth continue to walk with me and the jingle of the seasons continue to entertain me. It grips my heart when I watch a matinee and it floats with me as I stretch into the next asana. It willingly touches a memory and aimlessly fills a quiet mind.

Music is an art I hear, methodizing each note to present a perfect harmony for my every step.  It’s a universal language just like a smile. It brings some life to the soul within me.