In my heart, I can hear so much music. I feel like there is some part of me that wants, NEEDS to share it. From time to time, it rises up and plays for me, but when I try to grasp it, it fades and I can't hold on. I don't know how to represent what I am hearing, and all my attempts fumble and fail. My life never directed me to it, my strengths have always been elsewhere.
But when I hear the sweetest strains, and feel the power of them, I feel that part of me that knows the music. I know it like I know my own heart.
I just finished watching August Rush again, and it reminded me just how much music means to me. This kid is such a space cadet, and everyone but the audience and his parents is mystified by the way he talks about music, the way he hears it all around him. But I know what he hears, because I've heard it, too. It's maddening that I can't do anything about it, but I can't help feeling it.
There is nothing in this world that hits me like music does, and I sometimes feel like I should be doing something about it but I don't really know what. It cuts me to the core, sends a thrill through every part of me. When I fell in love, I walked home singing in my heart a song to her, a song I still haven't been able to write.
What am I supposed to do with the music in my soul?
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