music

I never needed it. I mean, I love it, I really do, but I don't have to be with it all the time, when I'm walking or talking or eating or breathing. I think I used to wish I was - the kind of person whose impeccable musical taste you could depend on, creates the perfect mixed CD's, does everything better with headphones and playlists. But mostly music distracts me when I study. Sometimes I like driving in silence. And in between I just don't notice whether or not it's there.

But you know that kind of music that curls a smile onto your face at 3:54 am? The kind that makes your heart lurch because somehow the person behind that voice was thinking the same thing? The kind someone managed to write down when you couldn't? The kind that makes you want to be sing better, play better, be better at music?

Or even more, love it?

It's that perfect combination of melodies, chords, progressions, volume, instruments, notes, beats, majors, minors, words, stories - sometimes one without the other, sometimes altogether - screaming collectively into one brilliant, volcanic orchestra of reverberations far beyond sound.

It's an art. And I think I could get used to it.