Love Music. ...

Some believe, as I never used to, that soulmates do exist. That there is one person in all the world that can bring about ultimate fulfillment, boundless love, and perfect completeness in your life. That such things are written for us in the very stars, through the Fates, or merely in our very biology. That if you never find that one, you will never be completely happy. But when you do find that one, you know it through and through, to the tiniest microbe of your being. I had never believed in this. I always thought music was my soulmate, for want of a better word. Music has always inspired me, lived within me, flowed through me beat for beat with my very heart. Music has been the background of all my life's moments, both in joy and in sadness, in love and in loss, in companionship or in my lonliest hours. Music has always been there, and I have adored it with a passion I never felt for anything, nor anyone else.

I, like most people I am sure, can name the tune that played, either in their mind, or around them, through all of their biggest lovelife moments. The first kiss. The first experience of lovemaking. The first great heartbreak. However, music has been so a part of me that I can recall the music that played around me, or in me, at most of my smaller moments as well. The first cup of coffee I ever drank. The first day of a new job. The first song I ever put on a cell phone. Yes, it may seem strange to most of you, but I am that musically inclined. Is it any wonder that music has been my one true love?


I shall always love music. It is my first love. But I have found the greatest gift a woman could ever receive. The ability, and the joy, of being able to keep my first love, and my last love, in my heart together forever.


Until next time, my loving friends. Keep the music of love, and the love of music, in your hearts and souls.