Music was my r…

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
– Maya Angelou

Music has been massaging out all the burdens as I listen in my bedroom. I have found meaning in loneliness and it has come to know me by name. I swear it would recognize my humming and tired voice, dragging me out of reality into my own dreams. My unknown movements which many call dancing.

Music has become a part of me so much it is me, singing to hymns and not really seeing what goes on around me, I become engulfed into its rhythm reminding me that I am alive. That even without proper knowledge of music notes, chords of a guitar, the keys of the piano, it unlocks memories. Hidden memories. Forgotten memories. Scary, unwanted memories, they surface mysteriously when I lay my head down on my pillow. And tears travel down my cheeks easily to the sound of music.


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