We forget that the sweetest joys are found in the simplest acts: hugs, laughter, quiet observation, basic movements, holding hands, pleasant music, shared stories, a listening ear, an unhurried visit, and selfless service. It is sad we forget a truth so elementary.

Life is music to which you choreograph your own dance.

While silently brooding, I am drawn to the start of a sweet melody that travels to my ear from afar. I smile, reminded that my heart can dance when my feet can't.

My soul, I’ve found, has puppet strings to make me droop or give me wings.And music is the puppeteerthat turns my ear to hear.

Music is happiness with a steady pulse.

As sunlight is for flowers, and sustenance for the mortal shell, music is for the human soul.

Music is my enchanter, the seducer of my emotions, the fire and ice that moves me.