I've shared my music..

..occasionally, not easily or randomly, and not without feeling like I'm giving away parts of me. Yet, I have never met anyone who has this almost otherworldly relationship with music as I do. I wonder if everybody feels the same about their music. Actually, it isn't just about the songs. I don't think anybody ever quite understood how much my music is...me.

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JamesBugman

When I hear birds chirping, playing a tune, singing a line, I realize they are speaking to one another, in their language. It is not unlike the music we play. We don't understand what they are saying, but we can appreciate the sounds, we can tell when it is a happy song, and when it is a warning. That is what music is, appreciation of an art, a form of communication, communication of the heart.
Picking up a guitar and playing a single note, straight up, bend the string, slide, pull off, start a rhythm, play it fast or slow, add some reverb, some sustain, vary the volume and then... add a second note.
There need not be a beginning, nor an end, just let it be.. free.