Something Old

(something I wrote over the summer about my favorite thing!)

The definition of music. It is a journey. Something that can take you from the ground that gravity holds you too and take you on a flowing ride throw the clouds and every just once in awhile it takes you to the edge of heaven and lets you peak inside feeling the energy that escaped its glory. Shivers pulse your blood stream and something inside your head glows with energy and emotion. Those simple notes and tones strike chords in the deepest parts of your heart and soul.

Music explains what the world cannot. Clarity is ushered in on soft breezes and delivered to your window on raindrops.


Music understands. It relates to you and its been there before. Have you ever wished your life could be a movie? This can take you there, to that moment of perfect; to that place of tears both sad and happy. I often wonder if in heaven I’ll lay with angels in breezy meadows and the most perfect music will just flow through the air my lungs suck in. for hours and hours we’ll just lay there in perfect happiness and experience a journey nothing like here on earth. When the songs done we’ll just start running and never get tired…and then over the hilltop we’ll see it…something better than a sunset…better than a morning’s sunrise…I don’t know what it is but I know it will be there. It’ll be breathtaking, and in perfect harmony I’ll hear that perfect song again…except it’s totally new from before and that much better…and I’ll think to myself, why did I ever not want to leave earth. How could I have lived without this, how did I live through the pain and suffering of earth. How would I have lived if I knew what this feeling was like. I think God whispers to me through music, he sends me hints of what’s waiting for me, suddenly I don’t care about the pains of this world. For this I’m waiting, I’m anticipating, and I don’t ever want to forget these things.