Often times, we forget how closely tied small inherent portions of our daily lives are tied to much greater and larger ideas. Especially in the case of something like music, each person can explain one or two instances in their lives in which music has restored them, or encouraged them. Here is mine...

There is a drum beat that resounds from the depths of every heart. Each note, crafted by life's gifted hand, is meticulously arranged within a particular sequence to create symphonies of sadness and harmonies of happiness.

This melody is beat with impassioned will and is characterized by notes of sharp staccatos and blaring flats, ever seeking to fill the measures of deafening silence.The measures of complex and singular wholeness are written to accompany humanity's lyrical achievements, its testaments to the goodness it can produce.

From caring, loving, and brave individuals to those who change the world by their tenacity, resilience, and fortitude, it speaks of all. It is the counts of silence, the rests of incompleteness, that matter.

It is in this space that crooning melodies can be synchronized, notes can be incandescently arranged, and symphonies can breach the farthest horizons. My own melody follows this aged pattern of crescendos and decrescendos. Symphonies continuously murmur into my ears, singing of the great achievements of ages past and only make my own gaps in notes more apparent. My rests speak of youth and inexperience, waiting to be immersed in the world and its many cultures, waiting for melody to be complete.