What if reality was an illusion?

I like this question. I wondered in my mind if it should be written, what if reality is an illusion. Tenses upon this question, matter. Present, which will always be a ball of confusion, full of teachings, random thoughts, emotions impacting you in a way you may never see upon that moment. (Time Present). Think of it this way, musicians need to practice together most often to give over a performance an audience to hear, even though they really speak the same language in music. But do they? I don't play music, but from a family of musicians, lovers of music, and I spend most of my time scouring lyrics, feeling out the lyrics, then singing them in my minor D's, C's, etc etc... They are my D's, C's.

Time and life happens, there somewhere is an objective reality, but I'll never see. My minor D, might be another's minor C. Or my deep blue azure I see in colour, may be seen the same by another, but the metaphors, understandings, how we feel may entirely be differently even if we call the colour brilliant or sad.

I may see the sun, you may see the sun, but do we see the same sun? Yes we do, but never how we take in the sun, and if you use the most common elements that are understand you create some understanding together in the world. It's the way I see life, at least.