Yesterday for Fathers Day I decided to spend some time just listening to music. I don’t do that often enough. Music has become background to me for the most part, something to help me tune out the noise at work, or something to make the drive home more interesting. I very seldom get to just sit and listen to the music itself for the sake listening.
It was wonderful. Music has always had a power with me. The right music can move me in ways nothing else can. It inspires me in many different ways. My best novel so far was inspired by the imagery invoked by a single song. And though I’m a writer, there are emotions and feelings that I can’t find words for–but I can find music for it.
Not that there’s anything wrong with background music. Some people drink coffee to stay energized. I listen to upbeat music. If it’s too loud I can’t focus on my work, though, so it has to stay in the background.
But now and then, at least, music deserves our full attention. The best music pays us back for everything we give to it.