It rings in our ears. Harmonizes with our souls. Makes us forget that which troubles our hearts, and darkens our countenances.
First, a slight twinkling in the distance, only the faintest whisper of what is to come. It grows louder, forming a beat and a pattern. Unique. The song has been formed. Now, identifiable, it continues, sweeping us gently into the stream of rhythm. More and more it fills our ears, less mild, but still pleasing. It pulls us along, and becomes our life. Our story. We become part of that music. It lingers in our ears, and echos in our heads. It begins to compose our thoughts, and even our emotions.
It’s soul stuff.