Music of Another City

Music has always played an important role in my life.

On the days when my light of hope dwindled, music reminded me of the blazing fires of life. On the days when the ticking second hand was not quick enough, music offered to be my loyal companion.

Yet, before I could form the words to express my gratitude, I realized I have made a terrible mistake. I allowed an unspeakable force to intrude my intimate relationship with music; and, I was only able to see my mistake when I decided to do something unusual——letting music start my day.

The moments after I wake up are one of the quietest parts of my day. My parents still think I am asleep and would not trespass my private space. The curtains are also drawn so the room is dark and calming. When the music blasts into my ears, the different complexities of the piece are exposed under my undivided attention and my mind bathes in the luxury of its melody.

The city, with all its determination and force, has marched between me and music. As I sigh in disbelief, the words of a teacher ring in my head: treasure every replay of a song as each is a unique and irreplaceable experience. I bow my head as I realize, perhaps, he was talking about the music of another city.