I am in love and his name is music. Music understands me, enables me, supports me, drives me, basically what I’m trying to say is my love for music is definitely that special type of love. This is one of those loves that if it were to be lost would require extensive therapy because I know my life will no longer be, the life I lead for it revolves around my music. Love or obsession, I wonder, for it is my centrifugal force, my pivot, my shelter, my armor, my muse, the creator of my swag. Music is everything I need, because it takes me as I am and does not care whether I sing like an angel or am as tone deaf as a rabbit. Music is my best friend, my confidant, my inspiration, and my unfailing love. Through all my many bipolar motions, my twists and turns that this journey through life takes me, the only earthly element that allows me to figure myself out, and gives me the strength to evaluate my inner self is… music. Music is rough, raw and real when I need it to be. This brings out the strength in me, the Tatenda that I am not afraid to show. But it also elevates me to a point where I feel as though I’m near divinity, and in the presence of holiness. Which leads to the softer and more creative side that cries and yearns to be understood . The side the rest of the world will probably never fully comprehend.
Music for me fills in my blanks…the words I’m either unable or afraid to speak, I can always find a song to replace these lapses with. I have a friend that teases me and tells me all the time that I am a walking music library, because I think through music. I live through music. Each statement in my daily conversations triggers the thought of a song. My step is always in synch with the beat in my head. Be it when my head is bowed down and my walk is sluggish, or when I’m at my best and my walk is fully loaded… music walks with me. My most beloved memories have a soundtrack, my first kiss, the moment I realized I was in love, (actually both instances) all replay to the music in my heart.
Music is that source of light that allows my collage of life to shine and glow. It is my harmony in a world full of discord. The freedom giver in a time where we all seem to be held by some kind of social shackle. One of my favorite quotes is by Berthold Auerbach a German – Jewish poet, he says “Music washes away from the soul, the dust of everyday life.” Be it the dust from some type of failure, disappointment or any kind of adversity that leads to heartbreak. But it also is the sunshine, the kindness, the sincerity that leads to the fondest of memories.
So hear my declaration one more time, I am in love….and his name is …Music.
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