My Song Bird History

I remember as a little girl singing with my family. I remember the sounds of the piano, the hard boom from the bass and the sweet melodies from the guitar as I and my sisters sung back up to my mother. We were and we are still a happy family yet as a kid I endured so much pain and heartache. Music for me was like falling in love everyday, since none of the relationships I involved myself in were healthy or secure. As I grew older music for me was a release from my addiction that burden me.

For so many years I found myself trapped in despair hoping for freedom but never able to grasp it. But yet in all the pain and sorrow I always managed to turn to a song. Whether the song was one I wrote or one that caught my ears attention. One of my favorite songs that I always put on repeat still to this day is Chaka Khan’s Love Has Fallen On Me. The sound of chord, the intricate sounds she creates with each word she speaks. She made the song come alive, come alive to the point that it became one to wake up to and go to sleep hearing.

What is music for me? Music is like a favorite movie, or restaurant you have to go there anywhere or anything else makes no sense at. Music helps me trace back every moment of time that I thought was lost. Each song represents that moment and that time in my life and all the things that I experienced whether good or bad. Music is like a heart beat that soothes my mood and even when I’m done just the right song, with the right words makes life worth living.

I believe if the world took a chance and experience the rhythmic intricacies, as I have seen then they will experience love at first sound. Music is the raindrops that pitter patter against the window pain of my soul. Music is the laughter in my children’s faces when they see me come home. Music is the warm embrace of life when you thought you lost it. Music is the feedback of the people who hear your story and empathize with the sobriety. They fill the music as well and they truly understand because they were in that same place or just rising above.

Have you ever sung a song that broke the hearts of the listeners soul. The listener who felt invisible, betrayed, and death was eminently obvious as you look through there eyes and felt there souls. Singing brings back the son who was dying, or the daughter who was giving up her body to feed her intense desire to die. Singing creates an agreement in the atmosphere, it says yes I know your story. Singing brings back truth into a broken and untuned World full of disastrous rhetorics. I don’t say these things to amuse you or to appeal with you, but to come into the truth of what one song can do to a wayward soul.

I was that soul broken and ready to die, right until a sweet melody reminded me that it’s not worth dying when there is so much to live for. Are you ready to live for you? Are you ready to race the world with headphones bandaged to your temples so that you can finally hear how to embrace that you, that only you can be. If you’re ready then come run with me and come experience the music of my hearts drum beat.