Music is my life. Well, it's not my life at all, but it's what I love.
Sometimes I envision that there is a high wind blowing up in the stratosphere, only it's not a wind exactly - it's the gathering of the wild spirit voices of the angels, of the people in the world who are looking to the sky like me and letting their inner voices soar. It feels like a great strength, it feels like faith and hope running through the world for all to hear. We are not alone.
Sometimes I can't help staying up late at night, away from the concerns of the day, and letting my mind drift and listening to the music in a kind of altered state. I have never done any drugs, mostly because I don't feel a need for them, I get my altered state a different way, through music and the workings of the midnight hour, or the witching hour more like. This week I'm finding Enya suitable to this state of mind, currently listening to Only Time.
Music is the last magic. And it does truly seem to be magical, at least to me. It can transform an otherwise average person into a god or goddess, for instance. Music is a different kind of communication, of expression. It's almost like a divine language, able to express things on a broader spectrum, able to reach right past the surface of the heart and mind and into the depths. The language of the gods.
