Music surrounds us, outside. Caverns sometimes resonate bringing us memories engraved in stone. Sometimes we go there and feel amused by the shadows that today could mean something that we didn’t see.
Music also lives inside us. Melody or rythm, or both in perfect armony. Pieces that join as patches of an old road, creating a huge blanket that covers us with a trembling light when we close our eyes. In summer, though, we need to take off that weight and leave it under the sun. So don’t leave it in a box in the attic, take it out and let it get more colors. If you do that it won’t silently absorb what we want to let go. It’s important to do this, because it could loose pieces that would be really hard to recover later.
Music can also be a really dark place. If you feel that; if it happens to you that you feel in a hole, and you cry, and makes you sadder; or if it reminds you that you’re actually sad inside, let it be. Remember that it is you who is the interpreter, that what happens is an expression of something deeper, something worth looking at. Of course, you can always say ‘stop!’ and look for music that gives you light instead… or just go out and put yourself under the sun! Even better, put yourself under a tree that has oranges in a bright day. But please listen to the branches moving with the wind, the small insects around, birds, and flowers. That is also music, you know, that is also you.
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