music

I love music!  Especially music that says something.  Too often now we just want something with a fast beat that we can move to, which I understand.  And I like the inspiring, or angry, or just energetic music, but I love music from musicals.  The songs that tell stories and longings.  I love music, because too often our language does not provide the words needed to describe the truth of the feelings/reality that we are trying to convey.  But music...oh music...music can convey the very tones of the soul:  the joy, the excitement, the sorrow, the hunger, the peace and often without words, so often without words.  The words just give the listener some content.  If I could do nothing but sing all day, I think I would be happy.  Some people imagine heaven being choirs singing praise to God.  I'll paraphrase CS Lewis as saying that in heaven we will all praise God in different special ways that He has created us for.  Maybe some will speak create poetic words, others dance for our King, and some play their instruments, and maybe all at once.  I hope that I get to sing to my Glory with a voice purer and more beautiful than the one that I possess.  i can imagine singing in tones that my soul longs to express and I wonder if there will ever be words to express.  OR if it will even matter.  

I slowly begin to realize that I see and interpret the world through emotions, through my own and what I observe in others.  And this makes me realize even more how limiting words are.  Maybe I should start writing the very music I long to hear composed.  This is likely a skill far beyond my own, but I will dream anyways.