Coming in through my ears, it enters my heart.
Pumping through my veins and filling up my arteries,
Music is my blood. It makes me pulsate.
My foot can't stop tapping.
The melodies won't stop buzzing around in my head.
Silence is a stranger to me.
For when music is not playing around me,
it is playing within me— sometimes a familiar tune.
Other times an impromptu composition unfolds as I go
about whatever else I may be doing.
At times it's classical. Or possibly punk.
It could be reggae, rock, jazz or who-knows?!
So many styles make up my eclectic pallet.
My latest discoveries have been house and trance—
sub genres of electronica, derivatives of disco,
with tribal elements which keep you grooving.
I've been swept up by this phenomenon—
a movement I've been oblivious to for the past decade.
With it come community, visuals and dance.
Once again, like countless times before,
except in a much greater capacity,
a new set of sounds has taken a hold of me,
given me inspiration, and — unlike ever before — energy.
And the reason for this is simple.
Music has always been key to my emotional state.
And with the mental and physical being so intertwined,
these sequences, rhythms and samples take control of my senses
and pump movement through my limbs.
Drain my body of its music, and it will perish.