To the melodies and the harmonies. To every beat and pound of the base drum that sends a blazing pulse into your chest. To the boundless chords of a piano sonata that brings goose bumps to every inch of your skin.
To the times of your life that you remember irrevocably, as they were accompanied by the soothing strumming of a guitar. To the indie and alternative love songs that have pushed you through any heartbreak that has come your way, and to the songs that speak to many different kinds of heartbreak. Because when its seems that no one is around, music listens.
To my fellow concert gurus that spend substantial amounts of money, just to witness a little bit of magic. That magic spreading through a crowd in a thousand different colors, touching each individual with a unique and welcoming hand. To the songs you've listened to a million times until that night, yet seem as though you are hearing for the first time when the sounds are finally pronounced from the instrument its self. To the concerts put on in the midst of day, that welcome rain and shine, wind and heat. Music continues through the elements.
To the instruments we have spent years perfecting and mastering, through the meticulous study of theory and technique, only to play something that flows from your finger tips with natural, breathtaking ease. To those who picked up a guitar simply in the lack of a hobby, and in turn found a muse and an escape all wrapped up in one. To those who beat and pat and drum on any surface within reach because what ever is playing in their head has no where else to go. To the covers of your favorite song, to the individually composed, to the on-the-spot riffs that couldn't be repeated if you tried.
To a source of comfort, inspiration and happiness. To a timeless essence that is portrayed in every living being on this earth. To the cause of tears, healing, reconciliation and triumph.
The pure and simple entity of joy.
To music.
