Music......

Music, no other thing in my life can transport me the way it does. From the delicate strains of classical pieces, to the ear crushingly loud anger of thrash metal, there is no other thing that can move me the way music does. From a young age, I always felt drawn music, drawn to the passion and the feeling behind it. From singing childish rhymes in the garden, to singing along with my favourite bands from the sweaty, heaving crowd of a concert, I have never felt as alive as in those moments.

I used to be a singer as a child, full of confidence and song. As years past, I lost this confidence, never quite realising what I would be missing. Imagine a bird without song, still able to fly, still beautiful in its own way but lacking that special something that made it complete. I feel like that bird,without song and trapped in cage that has no door. I came to realise, that though I may be without a song of my own, the songs of others would take me on journeys to places I could only dream of. In recent years, I have taught myself to play various instruments in the vain hope of finding my song again. I live in hope that one day it will return to me and fill me with the same delights I remember.

For now I satisfy myself with the output of others, I let the words and the music wash over me and just for an instant, I can see into the worlds of other people, feel their pain and share in their sorrows and joys. In these moments, I am taken to another place: a place somewhat different to the one I occupy. I live for the excitement of opening up a new CD, staring down at the untouched surface of the disc, breathing in the smell of new paper and plastic. Should I read the covers? Appreciate the artwork? No, these things can wait, the music is there waiting for me and like a mythical beast waiting for a fresh virgin to appear on the rocks, I must satisfy my hunger. For me, there is no thrill like that of hearing a new band for the first time. From the opening strains of the first song, to the final notes of the last, the joy I find in these windows into other worlds cannot be matched.

I have no doubt that music shall remain a great passion in my life for many years to come. For this, I am truly grateful, for without passion we are loveless and without love, we are less than we should be.

A butterfly on a string, dreaming of escape, that would be me.