Where would I be without music and poetry? Who would I become? What would occupy my time? How would I express the deepest part of myself? When would I find the answers to life’s biggest questions? Why even bother asking these questions?
Most days I find myself singing or humming songs and have no idea how they got into my head. I stop to listen to the words and without fail, it is the exact message or sentiment I need to hear. I am sometimes envious of professional musicians because of the wealth of material from which they can choose. Countless melodies rattle around and they can select from an inestimable variety. How rich and varied their lives must be! But even though I have only an amateur’s grasp and ability, music enriches my days and I am grateful for the songs written on my heart.