What would your life be like without music?
It depends how music leaves my life.
If it was never there from the start, if I grew up to the soundtrack of birds chirping, trees swaying to the wind, children’s laughter in the distance, hens clucking, cows lowing, rivers rolling, and the soft punctuation of raindrops. Then life would still feel full. I’d be accustomed to that gentle orchestra; it would be home.
But if music had been part of me and someone suddenly ripped it away, I’d be miserable. I’d stumble around trying to hum a missing tune, replay old songs in my head until they frayed. And honestly what am I supposed to do with the tiny, cute distorted guitar tattoo on my hand if there’s no music left? That’s the real tragedy.
Shadow to my light. 