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Music has been such a driving force in my life, I have no idea how I let it go. How did I lose myself so deeply that I forgot the very stuff that makes me feel alive? I was a singer. I was a songwriter. A musician. A choral director. A fan. And I let it all go. Unknowingly, of course, at first. But even then, I didn't make any efforts to bring it back.
How anyone lives without music is beyond me. It is a force of nature, an omnipotent source of vivacity and passion. Listening to the sounds I used to make, the creations I birthed, the melodies I phrased, there's no greater pride than that. Music is my baby. It's my life blood. And I lived without it for close to nine months. For nine months, my baby was not fed or nurtured or cared for. My baby Music was neglected and outcast––I was a wretched mother.
It's only been a few months since I turned it around, but oh, Music, how I've missed you. How I've longed to wrap you in my arms and never let go. You are my one and true happiness, baby. You make my heart soar, yes you do. I promise to never let you go again, not if I can help it. I'll come back to you again and again if I must. I love you. You complete me. I hope not to disappoint.
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There you have it, folks. Somewhat of a pouring out of the soul. Seems good to dust it off once in a while, I think.
Hasta la próxima,
Much love xoxo
Maya
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