Passion
Pianissimo
My passion is for music.
It could sound incredibly lame, maybe incredibly cool—but I live for it. Not just listening to my favorite bands but making music myself. I’m serious about singing, that’s something I’d pursue as a career forever. I dream about it in my sleep, I hum without realizing it and I’m always trying to find a harmony to the song that is constantly in my head.
Sometimes it’s a big thing, like when I saw Florence + the Machine live. She played Heavy In Your Arms and I swear, I felt so moved and the whole place glittered with magic. I was not worried about absolutely anything. The vibrations settled into the walls of the venue and my bones, my mouth seemed to move by itself, singing at the top of my lungs.
Sometimes it’s more simple, just reading music or hearing a piano or five part harmonies with my best friends after school in the choir room. It honestly makes me feel so peaceful, like floating. Not in the way where you’re desperately trying to find a calm place to hide and run from everything.
Because in those moments, I never want to float away. Never.
It could sound incredibly lame, maybe incredibly cool—but I live for it. Not just listening to my favorite bands but making music myself. I’m serious about singing, that’s something I’d pursue as a career forever. I dream about it in my sleep, I hum without realizing it and I’m always trying to find a harmony to the song that is constantly in my head.
Sometimes it’s a big thing, like when I saw Florence + the Machine live. She played Heavy In Your Arms and I swear, I felt so moved and the whole place glittered with magic. I was not worried about absolutely anything. The vibrations settled into the walls of the venue and my bones, my mouth seemed to move by itself, singing at the top of my lungs.
Sometimes it’s more simple, just reading music or hearing a piano or five part harmonies with my best friends after school in the choir room. It honestly makes me feel so peaceful, like floating. Not in the way where you’re desperately trying to find a calm place to hide and run from everything.
Because in those moments, I never want to float away. Never.
♠ ♠ ♠
Hm, maybe I have a subconscious passion for floating, as well.