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I was always drawn to unique voices. Music, my soul and my light, is today my closest friend, and a voice that I could remember felt more distinct than one song that I enjoyed. A voice repeats; it can be heard all around, through both speaking and a vocal that is full of passion, enough to last me a lifetime of listening and an artist a lifetime of singing.

Though, music is sound, too. A pleasant voice with an unpleasant tune is terribly difficult to make likeable, and subsequently difficult to like. A balance, as is needed with every affair one encounters during their life, is the perfect place to stop when composing a song. Make a song I’d want to listen to: sing well, or rap if that’s your taste, and blend your own love for a sound with your divine talent. Then, I can love you, and your music, and your voice.

There is a beauty in sound itself that a great, lovely, large amount of people discover as they live. Everyone finds it in a different wavelength. My own ears have fallen in love with voices of yearning, filled with air, a pleasant guitar in the background, as the cat sits in my lap. Dallas Love Field, perhaps. From Little Wave. In my ears. Eardrums are the most volatile bodily features from person to person, interestingly. They grant each grateful listener a uniqueness that will only ever belong to them. This form of taste, then, is unbearably individual. Human-like. (Kiss the head of the cat.)

A subjectively good sound doesn’t necessitate an understanding of language. Anyone can reach a comprehension of the music itself: the beat, or every wave the bass reaches, or a pure form of melody found in both the most primitive and advanced forms of song. And, of course, the voice. If there is one. In songs I like, there often is.

But music, or its comprehension, too, is volatile. Language, meaning, can matter if I want it to matter. Some songs are composed in a manner shooting their meaning so pointedly in your face that you’ve no choice but to digest it while simultaneously eating up background sound. Others leave themselves more hidden, hinting at you to discover a message yourself. That’s nice too. (Leg went numb because the cat is fat).

Lots of things are surprisingly powerful, and others are so devastatingly weak. That’s how it is to be. I’ll scream out, as I continue on, that music is special, in my own heart, that it’s special. Possessing the audacity to stir an emotion, or create a new one, that’s what a mere sound can do. I could read the translation of lyrics and feel spurred to cry, or just shed a single tear. It’s rather weird. Hearing a voice, really, truly hearing it, is something moving if you allow yourself immersion. Maybe it’s that singing is a pure form of broadcasting an emotion. But this leaves another conclusion, that a voice is useless if it can’t communicate a feeling. I fear that in terms of stirring emotion, this is true. Thankfully, my favorite vocalists give me their hearts to hold in my hands every time I listen to their discographies.

It’s a curse to allow beauty to wear off, so let a good song, or a good voice, be appreciated, appreciated to the point where you might even begin to question if it was ever beautiful at all or if you were just blinded by something else that you can no longer see.

[Verse 2]

Are we lingering In the same sea? Even if wandering hearts Momentarily draw near After the light fades away You become a shadow How do you fill The empty heart of those days When you couldn't quite reach me?

[Chorus]

I want to ask, but no There are too many things I want to say It's my inexplicable heart Please look at my hidden self You are my sea It's the desire to keep you by my side I'm the one who leans on you I become more beautiful in your presence