Music was the first magic I knew.
I was taught by my father
when he played a bit of Billy Joel or Elton John
on an old piano or keyboard,
or when he sang along to Stevie Wonder.
Later, I learned where to find the notes
on a piano and in my throat,
but I did it quietly and only by ear.
In my room I’d listen to sweeping crescendos
of guitars that wailed desires I had no name for yet,
and let lyrics pull me away like driftwood in a riptide.
When I found the courage to sing the notes out loud,
I understood the delight and delirium that comes
from creating a space for beauty, even if just for an instant.
I discovered the thrill and terror of weaving moods
that can transport a soul.
And although I make room for all the artful beauty I can,
I always return to the joy of notes well sounded,
and luxuriate in the depth of my response to them.
When I find the right song, the magic comes easily.
Song choice: Drift Away by Dobie Gray
This song was created in response to the Prompt given over at A Dash of Sunny: Music