Mar 29, 2009 22:26
I think we all have songs that hold some meaning to us on an individual level. Some that provoke feelings we cannot describe to anyone, but that we genuinely can feel. They stir parts deep within us, memories we have forgotten, good or bad, and that is what I love about music.
I try, or tried, to capture this essence in poetry, but never quite hit the mark. I longed for a while the ability to sing, because I thought somehow that would ease a transition into lyric and songwriting, though I never attempted to learn how to read music or how to play any instrument.
I wonder now, if I had been given a different childhood, if these little desires, longings, would've been possibilities that may have affected how I write today. Would I be writing the things I do if I had been handed a violin at the age of five?
I think I must have a fear of being too old to learn something new, but I know I'm too young to be feeling washed up. I hope.
music,
poetry,
writing,
lyrics