Music.
It makes my heart joyful.
Music.
Everything and everyone has their own tune.
Music.
It all depends on if you hear it.
Music.
The ever-so-soft whispers in the tress.
They whisper-sing about all they’ve seen.
About the weariness of age in their old, worn bark.
Music.
The whistle of the wind.
They whistle-sing about their long journeys.
About what they’ve seen in far-off lands.
Music.
But the most interesting music of all is the music of people.
Not of different cultures, all beautiful.
Music.
The music deep inside of each person.
So soft, almost no one can hear it.
Music.
So hard for people to hear.
Wrapped up in their own lives.
Music.
It isn’t always joyful.
It is full of pain, anguish, anger, confusion, sorrow, unhappiness, jealousy.
Music.
In rare moments, the music of people has true beauty.
It sings of love, patience, kindness, mercy, understanding.
Music.
The flavor of life.
Music.
Listen to the music of one’s soul.
Listen to the music of the people.
Music.
It shows you who you are.
Music.