I've been thinking about music a lot lately. It's something I've been steeped in my whole life. A key component of my soul, of the very make up of me. And yet I can't define why. Is it because before I had even breathed the air of this world, I felt the vibrations of music? Is it because I had a knack for carrying a tune? A bit of luck made my voice sweet, and I was encouraged to practice. So singing became a kind of tool for me. An outlet for my emotions, a way to appease others, an escape. But what twists of fate, what luck, allowed me to be born to music? And if I truly feel born to it, am I beholden to it? Why is music important to me? A ponderance with an ever changing answer.














