tune in

More and more often I find myself wishing I could be in a song. Be in music. I don’t know how to explain it, but there was this youtube comment I glanced over once: “I wish I could live inside this song.” And that’s sort of how I feel, wishing I could live in the beauty of those melodious and full chords, rippling arpeggios, emotion and experience in musical form. It’s sheer escapism.

But the encouraging thing is, all the music that we’ve ever heard has been composed out of the world in which we live in. A song isn’t merely a song in itself, pulled forth into existence from out of nowhere, but drawn from real people and experiences who live alongside us daily. I mean - how do I say this? - the song is all around us already. I want to tune into the expressions of such a reality.