When we are young,we have trouble comprehending the sadness of the world.We see,hear,and feel pain that others can't imagine.Alcahol,pills,violence...pure unadulterated hate.Because of this we close off our feelings with a wall that few blades can break.Yet inside our armour we hear a small sound,our hearts beat with both fear and curiosity,we find ourselves wondering where this strange sound comes from.Slowly we reach out to it and feel it resonate within us.It fills us passion and desires to inspire,to help,to change the world for the better.Timidly, we reach out and become musicuans.
When we are young,we have trouble comprehending the sadness of the world.We see,hear,and feel pain that others can't imagine.Alcahol,pills,violence...pure unadulterated hate.Because of this we close off our feelings with a wall that few blades can break.Yet inside our armour we hear a small sound,our hearts beat with both fear and curiosity,we find ourselves wondering where this strange sound comes from.Slowly we reach out to it and feel it resonate within us.It fills us passion and desires to inspire,to help,to change the world for the better.Timidly, we reach out and become musicuans.
What is music?
A little boy asked me that today.
I bent down so that our faces were level
And then I said to him with a smile,
Why do you care?
Out of so many people today
Why do you care?
He looked back at me
His eyes too thoughtful for his age
And he said right back to me,
Because I want to make good music.
I liked that answer, and I told him so.
He was happy and he smiled.
Take my hand, I said, and walk with me now
And I will show you those things that proper music make.
He put his small hand into mine and came with me.
I didnt know what to make of this, he t