My First Language

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Sitting on lines on staffs with elongated necks and accurate posture, music notes have floated into my language space with such easy and fluidity.

As years pass and the sampling continues, there is one origin of language that needs no translation. Music.

It is a piece of life, a sweetness of life, that at times, transcends the speakable explanation of a feeling. A medium through which we can bridge life, love, sorrow and compassion. We listen to heal, we listen to relate, we listen to sing, we listen to understand.

There are some words and remnants of beats that continuously pull us into remembering. To reminisce of that time when that song was played. To join memory with present and bring feelings to surface level.

As healing and expressive as it is, we take it for granted. Preferring silence is admirable and when used with meditation and reflection beneficial. But at times the mind is just too loud with thoughts and angst. We must then override with song.

Singing aloud in our spaces, losing our voices in the process while gaining them at the same time is a wish that we should experience more often.

Music is freedom. Music is indeed for life. Check the below track, expect expletives. Lowering your volume in a shared space is advisable.

~Hasta Pronto