“If Music Be the Food of Love, Play On…”

I watched The Last Song tonight. Last week I had finished the book. Overall, it was an awesome story. It touched my heart in a way only a musician would understand. See, music does something to my soul. It speaks to my heart. It whispers to my feelings. It soothes my mind. Music is the only medium that can skip right past your intellect and go straight to your heart. This is scientifically proven. The Last Song was written for musicians. It inspired me to start playing again. I haven't really played in about a year. I was feeling uninspired and useless. My piano used to be my solace. It used to be my peace in the crazy life. I need to find that place again. I need that place in my life where something makes sense. Notes arranged perfectly, beautifully, meticulously on a page has always brought me peace. There is something so brilliant and magnificent about music. There is something so poignant about compositions. Take into consideration Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. It sounds sad, suspenseful, melancholy, rich, reverent, and hopeful all at the same time. I can appreciate every movement, every shift, and every note. I can see the reason for every single aspect of it. I can see why it is all needed. I can see why.