noun: vocal or instrumental sounds (or both) combined in such a way as to produce beauty of form, harmony, and expression of emotion.
We all love music.
It brings such a serenity to our ears. Such joy.
And we can notice music all around us.
It’s not about which speakers are in our vicinity. But rather, which aren’t.
Where do we not find sources of audible beauty?
Have you heard the screech of one who has received a surprise gift or event?
What about the laughter of a newborn?
The caressing of wind over the tree’s new leaves.
Have you ever been indoors on a rainy day, unable to avoid the voice of rain; playing eloquently, persistently, passionately over the cemented base?
The song of the birds on a delightfully warm morning.
Snows’ visual album; silent with audio yet explosive on stage.
The disorganised elegance of an audience’s applause; the hands’ representation of appreciation, acknowledgement and celebration.
The performance of life itself is music to our ears. If only we were to notice it, absorb it and value it.
There is such reverence to be found in the human voice, whether it be composed to structural perfection or exposed by natures’ own intentions – through soft words, surprised outbursts, screaming, saying, screeching or even silence.
Likewise, the instruments of nature; the clashing of materials and objects, the unison between unrehearsed hands connecting in groups. This is music to be recognised. To be adored.
Music is so much more than a good song on the radio.
It’s the harmony of humanity.