Classical and soundtrack music grows more powerful everyday. Whether it is the cinematic implications, or just the sounds that carry me, I am taken far from my reality. Sometimes the trip is so beautiful that I just want my heart to break, it hurts so fiercely and yet tenderly. I watch the scenes that play out and often that powerful emotion, nostalgia, grips my soul as a zephyr sweeps a ship across the waves. I fly when I listen to music. I sing without moving my lips, I dance without moving a toe. My heart dances in me. Even when I do not think I can bear to hear music for fear my heart will shatter, I must. I tightrope walk down violin strings and dance on the keys of pianos and bounce on the heads of drums. The most beautiful places are in music-I see them in the darkness of my closed eyes, and I am there. Even places that are not so beautiful visually, come, and I see them for their true beauty. Music goes beyond the visual, it goes beyond the surface and digs deep. It pulls from our most secret drawers and rooms the emotions we have locked away, and even heals us a little. It pulls tears from our eyes and smiles from our lips. You have to know how to listen to it though. Listen without reserve-it is safe to listen to music without our walls. The musician may never know, the people around you may never know what the music has uncovered. It will swirl round your heart and tug at it. Music is so personal, and yet so encompassing of people. Whoever does not love music cannot be fully human, or perhaps they are too human. Music feels like the touch of God, a raindrop of heaven. It is the most beautiful and most perfect thing we can ever know aside from God.