A Lingering Stress Buster

There are some days, some times, that you just feel like leaning back on your chair, wishing that the song playing inside your head would never end.

Happens.

A lot.

To me.

Music.

It keeps playing, preventing you from doing anything other than listening. The words, the tune, the sound of the strings of the guitar that seems to quietly tease you to sing along. To forget the world, to ignore everybody.

On a dull day, it’s bliss.

On a great day, it’s bliss.

You’re sad, and some good music is all that you might need to heal. It’s what seals the heart that’s torn at the seams.

The notes striding smartly on the staves, pausing at the right time, pausing just long enough, to create an impact that lasts, probably forever.

Simple, but it has such power. I’m happy and it’s the music that shares my joy. I’m sad and it’s the music again that seems to hold my hand, whispering in my ear that everything would be alright. It’s what makes me believe, even if I know it would and could never be alright.

I don’t know if the magical world of Narnia exists, but I do know that there is one magic that makes its existence well known by persistently ringing in my ears.

Music is Might.

Music is Magic.

You probably already guessed it right.

This whole post is just a result of an overdose of subtle music that’s been playing in my ears all day.