I need to spend more time with music. Birds sing at dawn; perhaps we should, too. The soft coo of a love song wakes emotions higher than the wail or clamor of an alarm. Who wants to wake from sleep alarmed?
When the heart sings, wounds heal, wrongs are forgotten and forgiven, smiles brighten. When the heart sings, it feels this gift of life in all its wonder and glory. When the heart sings, it draws other hearts to share the music. It’s said that misery loves company, but music welcomes company and brings joy to everyone within range of the melody.
Look at me. I have awakened a happier mood in myself simply by writing about music and making an effort to make my words sing. Imagine how I might feel if I actually picked up an instrument or played a recording of music.
The day should start with music. The birds have a better idea.
