Today I rediscovered what it means to actually *listen* to music as opposed to just hearing it. How long has it been since I have actually just sat still and let a song penetrate my brain and not just graze the surface? Too long.

It’s easy to hear a song and like it, but to be able to tolerate a song while listening to it is another matter. In this case a catchy tune and a repeated chorus is no longer enough to keep my attention. Somtimes I might even dislike hearing a song but enjoy listening to it.

Why is that?

Music is such a mysterious medium. Lyrics can bring a smile to your lips or tears to your eyes. A tune can be so poignant that your whole body shivers — like the pain in your chest before you start to cry or with the pleasure of knowing that such art can exist.

Music can inspire you, depress you. The right song can motivate you to move faster or stop you in your tracks, closing your eyes to enjoy the moment. It’s a comedy, a story– a drama that’s so sad that you can’t turn away from it. Music is an art that is always perfect but can never be perfected.

Music is art.