I still remember lying in bed at night as a child, ready to go to sleep, and hearing my mother downstairs playing the piano. When she played, everything shifted.
I was transported to a world of liquid color, flowing and blossoming, intertwining ribbons of joy that lifted me up and made me feel depths and heights of nameless passion. I was somewhere else, my soul crying and laughing and dancing, painting pictures with the music.
Music changes us. The tempo can raise our heart rate and get us dancing, and it can soothe us into a relaxing trance. Without a word, it carries us outside of ourselves and opens up numerous other worlds.
And whenever I hear or play classical pieces, a familiar warmth fills me from head to toe, and I can feel my mother smiling.
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