Music Is My Soul
Today I spent a majority of the day playing my trumpet and my guitar. It reminded me of who I used to be, a person I need to get back to.
I was happy and relaxed…stress wasn’t even in my vocabulary.
Now I’m in bed listening to music and I’ve never felt so confortable. Here in the dark waiting to drift of to sleep to the sweet melodies that play.
People say math is the same in every language by I don’t think so
Music is the same in every language…the notes always read the same…no words involved.
Music is my soul.
