music - {noun} an art of sound in time that expresses
ideas and emotions through the element of rhythm, melody,
harmony, and color
So we basically get that music is just a bunch of notes that consists of rhythms, melodies, harmonies, and...colors?
Now, the common person would wonder WHAT color has to do with anything when it comes to music. Even though I personally cannot understand it half the time, I have gotten this from all of my music teachers {though not all of them phrased it this way}.
"Music is color because when a composer produces a
piece of music, he not only feels it come from his fingertips,
he sees it dance before his eyes in colors. Like - for example - whenever
you hear Ode to Joy, don't you think oranges and yellows?"
I never did think of these colors when I thought of Ode to Joy, but I would nod so they wouldn't explain. There have been few times when I have seen the color in music, but I suppose to those who care about it passionately - those who use it as medicine for their soul - it does exist.
Now, don't take me the wrong way. I DO care for music...honestly I do. But, there are some things in life that not even music can fix. You see, music is like an outlet; it supplies the energy for a period of time but after an object is taken from the outlet, it dies sooner or later. Music to me is only temporary healing. It helps to distract you, but doesn't make the hurts go away. Music can't get people houses. Music doesn't get people jobs. Music doesn't save peoples lives. It can help people move along, but it can't stop a person from dying. It can't keep a person alive. And only occasionally will it give a person something to be remembered for after death. And besides, anybody can sing a song. Anybody could pick up an instrument and play. But nobody can beat life. Not even with music.
Have you ever listened to the radio and heard a song that describes your life perfectly? And then you go onto iTunes, buy the song and listen to it until the battery on your iPod runs out. But then - after something changes - the song no longer applies. It just gets shoved into the back of your library until the day when you put your iPod on shuffle and you hear it once more and laugh at how you thought that was your life. It's happened to all of us; we are all weak at some point. Which proves my point the the uppermost; music is only temporary therapy.
So if music isn't the medication of the soul, than what is? Is that the point where you go running back to God because life is starting to get hard? Is that the point where you pretend like your sorry and ask God to fix it all? Where you try and make it seem like you've been praying even through the good when really you're just lying to yourself {and not to mention to God}. If music isn't what fixes people, than is religion? I would like to think so.
Regards,
R.A.B
