Mya Angelou once wrote “music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.” I love the image this brings to my mind. Music as a living, saving entity. Music has always been important to me. When I was dancing music would fill my spirit, seeping into every cell, spilling out into movement. Music enabled my body to tell a story that my heart held secret. My toughest day, my biggest heartache, my greatest joy, my deepest fears…all were played out in the studio, set to rhythmic sounds. Hard, angry pulses. Slow, sorrowful tones. Velvety, lilting beats. The music enveloped me. When the music was right, I would lose myself in it. No longer thinking, or counting, or analyzing. Just being. Feeling. Moving.
Music is still my refuge. In song I find companionship. The words and notes fill the empty spaces within me. The melody twists through my thoughts, leading me down a different path. Harmonies play against my insecurities, releasing the hold they have on me. In music I find strength and promise. Songs trigger vivid memories in me, not just pictures in my mind. At the first notes I am transported to another moment, another place. My soul feels with a depth that is otherwise unimaginable. Music is the voice of God, to me.
“My heart, which is so full to overflowing, has often been solaced and refreshed by music when sick and weary.” (Martin Luther)
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