This love affair was nothing new. It was nothing unexpected. It was nothing about it unaccepted a matter of fact it was encouraged. My dad did music and I guess that’s where it started. I might not be an artist but my love for the craft may be as deep as or deeper than any artist who claims music as their love. I took her as mines. I stuck around when the times were hard, when songs lacked meaning and substance, I stayed and waited. I knew there would once again come a time when real music would return. I am not just speaking about rap or hip hop either I am referring to all music, any genre or tempo. I am speaking on the music that speaks to the soul, talks to the heart, and opens your eyes. Everybody says that music is their escape from whatever but where does she take you. Does she just take your mind off whatever for a few minutes while the song plays or does she takes you to her special place? The place where only the ones who truly know, understand, and appreciate her go. Do you find yourself complete emerged in the beat. Every drum beat, piano key, and instrument dance in front of you has the join together in unison to give you something so beautiful that only the one whose heart belongs to her can truly appreciate what is happening. The place where lyrics have conversations with you; they speak and you listen; you hear and understand every word. The connection is never cerebral, but always personal and emotional. She doesn't just speak about your problems but they tell of her own, she makes you feel the emotions and experiences personally. She knows that she can be real with you and you will understand because your heart belongs to her. I have emerged myself into her world and in return she has shown me paths truths and views that I would have never known. She helps me stay sane, she speaks to my heart and when she speaks my heart warms up. My love for her is deeper than a song, its deeper than words, a melody, a beat, rhythm, or tempo. My love for her is personal. I love her cause in her I find understanding, truth, comparison, and the warmth I crave and desire. My passion for her has been strong for 16 years and I can’t see it going away, I want her forever.
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