In the power of music, it holds the keys of a million philosophers. It has the power to heal the sick, unify the poor, and energize the weary. Music has the power to unhinge jailhouse doors, to turn concrete death into vibrant green life. It is the hand of the ancient, weaving the generations of far and near, old and new into a glorious tapestry that unbeholden shields the heart. Rejoice in the song for it will speak in languages in which only you can understand, the twisted patchwork of time written upon your reams of staff in a cacophony of tongues. Music transcends age, race, borders, haves and have not’s, penny loafers and bare piggies.
Your song is unlike no other; cherish it as your indulgent masterpiece. It is the Pipe Organ in your cathedral, the Hymnal of your soul. Write, re-write, and revise.. Build your chops for your turn to take a lead– try not to hog the mic, and study the greats, for greatness appears just beyond the next chord progression. Be vigilant to the verse as God may speak to you at the convenient store, either from the speaker, or, from across the counter. You are the conductor; choose your band mates with care lest ye care not, of playing out of tune.