They say books are your best friends. They are. But I think it's music that gets me alive and makes me go crazy. It makes me ponder:
Music is a wonderful manifestation of different moods - a face of our emotions. It's the predominant part of our nature that dictates our taste towards it. I love all kinds of music. Yet, I have a propensity towards peppy and soulful numbers or even meaningless madness that doesn't fail to chime in my ears... That said, music is a privilege to one and all...some like it sweet, some like it wild, while others prefer it quiet and lull.
I am in a trance as the uncanny power of music regulates my body chemistry and infuses positive energy in me. It's a feeling of a pure spirit hugging me. This is magic! With each listen, I reach closer to myself. Music has no language, but is an expression of living as well as non-living beings. It is, but a harmonized string of sounds patterned in a melodious way - a tuneful transition of different sounds and a language for the visuals. Perhaps, by virtue of music, would the "Amoeba" be lyrical...?
