Visions of individual stories unfold across my mind. Words bringing the dance of each tale to light. Instruments and music pulling the singing voices of the storytellers together. These songs pull together a new world to hear, another person's life to conceive. I find myself entranced in the music that fills my mind. The songs and sounds that surround my head. It's a new part of the world, another’s perspective. The tales of budding and broken love, the saga of one's journey. The poetry in bringing injustices and wrongs found in the world to light. There are the ballads telling the tale of mythical heroes and creatures, kings and queens of their land. 

There are the instruments with their own tales to spin, separate from the words that sometimes find themselves alongside them. The piano and its enchanting melodies telling of the very feeling of tragedy or love. The flute and its peaceful melodies providing a serene feeling of peace and tranquility. Violins with their bouncing sense of energy and excitement. There are the trumpets and their fanfare, the drums and their resonating sound that fills the air. There is so much to the instruments and their sound, with no words to speak of their own. Yet they are capable of enforcing raw emotion into their listener, feelings incapable of being brought forth through any other means. 

There is so much and yet to be said and seen through all forms of music. They say a picture paints a thousand words, yet in my mind a song can perform a million more without ever speaking one. There is power behind each note, a message behind every word. A dance seen differently between everyone who listens. A dance between the performer and listener, a dance between those the song’s story entails. Bringing both worlds together, of both music and reality, in perfect harmony is only for a moment.