Music Speaks

Just now I was listening to some classical music on the radio. I have no idea who the composer was, but the music sent me into such throes of longing and rememberance.

I long to have a lovely home, and pretty things to make it so. Such as nice furniture, pretty curtains, shelves, etc.We would like to make a few changes and add ons and this last year had a blueprint done up. Now we only need money and then we could start. Listening to this heart warming music made me long for the day when someday I could have a long table to sit many guests at in a welcoming, well decorated room. But then I wonder what the point is, and if there are not grander, higher places our money should be used in the future.

Then my thoughts swirled elsewhere with the music to my years studying music, especially piano. How thankful I am that my parents sent me to 16 years of piano lessons. I was not always the best student, but as I grew older and learned how I could express my feeling through music then I think I became a better student. Thanks Mom and Dad for giving me the opportunity to study piano, voice and violin. I hope I can give my children as many musical opportunities.

I remember how in college when I would sometimes play the piano, and make up my own compositions. Sometimes my roommates would sit and listen and I would tell them to imagine a story with the music. When I had finished they would each tell their story and so we would laugh over the different things each person saw or felt in the music. We enjoyed this musical game a few times, well at least I did :)

Oh, how wonderful to have the gift of music in our lives. Which somehow allows some of the depths of our hearts to seep out with feelings and words that no word spoken by tongue could ever hope to compare.