Singing as loud as I can as I drive. Trying to play an instrument (and absolutely failing). Lyrics that, as cheesy as it sounds, say what I don't know how to. Singing when nobody can hear me. The ability to drown out my family on long car trips (short ones too). There is something so mysterious about music, something that captivates and bewitches you in a way nothing else really can. The soul rises and falls with the crescendos and decrescendos.
My favorite time to sing is at Church or catacombs-- singing to God. Or at Christmastime, singing Silent Night by candlelight in an otherwise dark sanctuary. Traditional songs that I've heard a thousand times juxtaposed with the newer songs. Some songs come and go; others never get old. I don't care if it is recorded, live, or simply me belting out in the car, I am thankful for music.
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