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Music Is My Wings

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People say the origin of music came from the human body; the heart, that everlasting beat that spurs our motions forward. It is the music that is always with us, bringing out the musician within us so that we may give forth a plethora of tunes to mold together, creating a blessing of sound that is so very pleasing to the ears.

I feel completely inclined to agree with the afore-mentioned statement, because my heart is the only music that I know. The rhythmic beating within my chest is the closest I will feel to music, save for the vibrations from large and sturdy stereo speakers. I have never known what it is like to hear the sounds of music, those melodies intertwined together for so wonderful a purpose.

I was born deaf.

I see the notes on the paper, I see the instruments that make the music and learn how they work…but I cannot hear the cacophony of sounds that they create. I have read that voices are different; yet I do not even know what my own is like. People tell me that I have a lovely voice, but I never do agree with them. How I am to know whether I am doing those things they call 'shouting' or 'whispering'?

However, when I am alone…I sing. I enjoy reading the words in the hymn books from my church, and when I am alone in my room I will take out my hymn book and sing one of the songs to the beat of my heart. I do not know what I sound like, or how I am singing. But I press forth the sound in my throat, feel my vocal chords vibrate and know that sound is coming out, as I read off the words that I learned so diligently.

If people were to hear me sing they would find it the most heart-wrenching sound, not for my voice but for the sadness that I do not hear what I so desperately want to make. Music. From the time I was little, I dreamed of being able to hear. I wanted to be a musician, I wanted to learn an instrument or conduct several! Through my years of life I pursued my dream, knowing it was useless. Now I have given up on such an impossible task.

But I do not give up singing. Never have I given up that which brings me such great pleasure; the only music that I can truly create. The beat of a heart is often likened to that of a drum. Therefore my heart is my drum. I march to it, I dance to it, I sing to it. It is my music, in all that I do. So please, my friend, do not feel sorry for my lack of hearing. I am blessed with a heart, the beating so constant and peaceful. As long as my heart is beating, I will sing.

For my heart is my halo, and music my wings.
Finally!!
This is for =Rogue-Of-The-Night's contest, 'music'. I didn't think I'd make it in time. I got stuck with NaNoWriMo though, so I decided to write something else for a little.

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KabuSan's avatar
Simply beautiful :heart: