Swaying, moving and singing,
Worshipping together, and sometimes,
Connected only for that moment.
The gods touch our souls,
Different times and in different places.
But we share the love.
Heaven is meeting a friend whose taste in music always hits my money note.
My god is the ritual.
Every morning, as if from the heavens, a song erupts into my mind as I wake.
I play out this tune while moving and stretching.
Everything is easier, stronger, feels better with music.
Music is a kind of anaesthetic,
And silence feels like torture.
it accompanies almost every waking moment.
The energy music gives to every mood.
And you, who is your god?