“The beauty of music has the ability to speak where words fail.”-Robert Gupta
Music is my love. I had my first guitar lesson today. My fingers hurt as I type this. It is a good pain because it shows my dedication, and desire. It is a bad pain because it prevents me from being able to speak through my guitar as much as I would like. It is a teacher. It is a reminder that everything does not come easily, and many things require a sacrifice.
My lesson was frustratingly beautiful and complex. I watched as my body held tension, and stumbled across the strings. I listened to the sounds of my teacher, what I heard coming from her heart and head through her guitar, body, and voice. I listened to what I heard coming from my heart and head through my guitar, body, and voice. She was in the flow... I was not. Through her sacrifice she has found a flawless connection of all those elements. I see and feel this connection so clearly, I know it is inside of me, and know that it will come in due time.
As I played the chords and sang, I said, "ooppss," when I would slip up. Then I took a break, a forced break. I took some deep breaths, centered, and knew that I could play and sing what I had learned. Then I told my teacher I was ready, and played the song the best I had yet! She asked me what I felt that made me be able to do that? It was PASSION.
Words fail me often in this life. There are so many times when I feel my vocabulary and understanding of the English language is not enough. On numerous occasions I have stumbled across my words, or exhausted my resources when sharing with another. Music does not fail me. There is a song in my heart that is indescribable with words, and it comes out through my senses as I play music. I have only scratched the surface of what I am capable of, my musical expression... but I will not stop... I will sing until my last breath is taken... Practice, devote myself so that I can express to you what words cannot.
JSK,
Nicole :)