Such a harmless word, all lower case letters, humps and curves. If it desires, music, has the power to cut through the soul of every single person. music ignites a cold space within where a flame once roared with passion. Some days, I think music is a friend. I have been seduced by music as if she were a beautiful Italian woman enjoying gelato on a sunny afternoon. And I have been discarded by music as if he were a foe, taking me deeper and deeper into the guilt of not practicing enough as I suffer through a German choral piece. Either friend or foe, I know this relationship will go on. I know I have to make a choice each day to grab the handle on the music train or call it quits.
Music – seductress, knife or gentle friend, it is none and all of these things at once. It is a mode of enjoyment, employment, strife and bliss. One thing I know for sure, music is no respecter of persons. It can only be its own element, curving its way through the lives, and concert halls, and memorial services of anyone who dare invite it in. I know I must allow music to be. To live and to burn. And I must summon it in so I can continually become the person I am to truly be.
Beethoven believed that, “music is mediator between spiritual and sensual life.” And Debussy, “I wish to sing of my interior visions with the naive candor of a child.” Both of these composers fought to release the music within them to to world. We all negotiate, beguile, ignore, test and sometimes trick what we believe to be a piece of paper containing notes, rhythms and tempo suggestions. I may believe music is no respecter of persons, but it is a living thing that is moving even now. I doesn’t need to respect, but I must – in order to live.