-Don't tell me not to fly,
I've simply got to-
This morning, it was very, very early, too early for my standards, I was standing in the subway, swinging to both the rythm of the carriage and the one of the music of iPod in my ears, and I began to think.
I was thinkin' about how it would be my life without music, and I couldn't answer to that question. It's just, you know, I live for music, it's the soundtrack of every moment of my life, I love listening to music and crooning (is this the word for "canticchiare"? I don't know) when I'm out of my house, in the streets of Milan, when I'm going to University, when I'm on the train coming home and reading (when I'm not that tired to sleep).
You know, some people prefers a Simon&Garfunkel-like "sound of silence", but silence helps when you're completely alone and you need time to think about something with great attention, or you've got headache. Music, instead, could inspire you, take you to places and times different from the one you're living, lyrics can change your day, melody can make you smile.
I can dream with music, especially when I'm listening to songs taken from a musical. They immediately remind me of that scene, that kiss, that tear, that smile. And it's magic. Even when I'm on the subway and I'd like to sing out loud every word of that song, let me be carried away from music.
That is my typical journey to and from lessons at University.
I loved this! it is so true how music affects us. When I hear an old song it takes me back to the place i first heard and i feel like I am there all over again!
ReplyDeleteit's the same thing with me. sometimes I just feel like breaking into song. and when I was a child and other children used to ask me this totally stupid questions like 'which would you prefer: to be deaf or to be blind?' I had no problem with answer, because life without music would be pointless to me.
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