The beauty of music is how it is able to induce emotions. Induction is exactly how it works. It causes emotions to flow and ebb without really coming in direct contact with us. Music never really does, I think. At least not in my case. I never really come into contact with it. It's always just a passing through, even when I am playing it or singing it. Wells up from somewhere just beside and goes wherever it will. This is another thing that makes music so beautiful. You can never really hold it, you can't pin it down and it never really stays in one place. It takes effort and concentrations to produce it, and yet whene things are going well, and you're listening to something or playing a piece that's going well, it feels totally effortless and seems to just happen. I realize the contradiction here, but I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels this way.
I think this is why I fell in love with music in the first place. There was something about all the effort, all the practice you put into it, and the sudden disappearance of that effort into a living thing that is just short of self-sustaining, just outside yourself. Something that is yours, of your mind, but is also its own.
It was never an escape for me. I never really had anything to escape from. I think it had always been an admiration of beauty. It's being drawn, hypnotized, to beauty. You must look, you have to. You can try to fight it, but you are always always drawn back. Like looking at your lover from across a crowded room in longing admiration. You may know that this isn't the first time these feelings were felt for her (they may not even be the last), but they are yours for that moment and yours alone. You know that there are those secrets that only you and her know, and memories that only you and her share. It is a feeling for something so other, and at the same time, extremely personal in a way that cannot easily be explained to anyone else. This is exactly how I feel when I listen to a beautiful piece of music. It happens every time I do, and I love it all the more for that.
I think this is why I fell in love with music in the first place. There was something about all the effort, all the practice you put into it, and the sudden disappearance of that effort into a living thing that is just short of self-sustaining, just outside yourself. Something that is yours, of your mind, but is also its own.
It was never an escape for me. I never really had anything to escape from. I think it had always been an admiration of beauty. It's being drawn, hypnotized, to beauty. You must look, you have to. You can try to fight it, but you are always always drawn back. Like looking at your lover from across a crowded room in longing admiration. You may know that this isn't the first time these feelings were felt for her (they may not even be the last), but they are yours for that moment and yours alone. You know that there are those secrets that only you and her know, and memories that only you and her share. It is a feeling for something so other, and at the same time, extremely personal in a way that cannot easily be explained to anyone else. This is exactly how I feel when I listen to a beautiful piece of music. It happens every time I do, and I love it all the more for that.
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