Music is life

"I sometimes think of you as music. It fits," he says. "Sometimes, deep blue might work. Other times, bright green. Still other times, patterns, wild and brilliant."

"I think that's the best compliment I've ever gotten in my life," I reply.

Music is such a huge part of my life and who I am. It makes me truly, truly happy. It is my Lexapro, my alcohol, my weed, my therapy.

It lifts my mood at the end of stressful days without fail. It keeps me company on the way to interviews and meetings. It runs in the background while I write. It plays while I cook and clean. It reminds me poignantly of old lovers and good times with friends. It sends me sashaying across the living room floor, comfortable that no one's watching. It's perfect for perfect loving. It's the best accompaniment these days to singing with my true voice.

It's never too loud. And it makes me happy.

(Through how many quiet deaths have I lived because of it?)



Photo by Pavel Wolberg courtesy Corbis