among the ethereal periphary of sound

There is something truly spiritual about music, or at least the most sincere and untainted forms of it. In my relations with fellow musicians, there is an understanding which we all share, that this plane of existence is sacred to us. Though many of us have different goals, or different approaches as members of the music world, all of us who hold a sincere dedication to music have a sense of unity between us, through what almost feels like a secret language.

In listening to certain bands, certain records, certain genres, I cannot help but feel a direct connection to the (metaphorical) souls of those who wrote and performed the music. People I have never met seem to feel like dear friends, through a sort of sonic communication. Harmonies convey a feeling, or tell a story, or awaken an otherwise unknown perspective. It is as though music is a link to a separate dimension, a ghostly world of lingering emotions and messages. And it is truly inspiring.

Music has been the only thing that has ever made me consider the existence of the soul, in a literal sense, and of a life, or world outside of this one. Whether music is a door to the outer realm of the universe is beyond me, but at least I know that we as humans are bound to each other, and to the earth, through this part of life we call music.

Next time you hear a bird sing, stop and listen. You might hear more than you'd expect...