Music is so important to me, it can change my mood in an instant so on those days when you wake up struggling to find that drive turn up that inspiring song and watch the sunshine flood in..

I love all types of music, from rock to classical and just about everything in between, what i like to listen to does vary greatly on how i want to feel..

My beloved headset is my peace, my freedom and my character, its what i pick up when i need that time alone, you cannot beat walking up a beach somewhere with that wind through your hair listening to its symphony.

Ive heard people say that a world without music would be sad, in my life this would be true…

This is my way of describing music and its importance to my life 

They sit side by side, two beats that form the very core of my existence….

Each just as important… one controls my heart the other commands my soul..

Its part of me, my one closest friend who gets me through both my best and my worst days..

Hes the partner I rely on, the lover who awakens me, the child that gets me into mischief, but he is always there…

He understands when I’m hurt and sends words to soothe the pain, yet he can bring me to tears with his cruel chosen verse……

Hes part of my day, able to raise hopes and dreams that were once lost, my inspiration comes from his symphony as his beat flows strongly through me, no one holds me like he does, he sings just for me ..

When I’m tired he soothes.. he gently kisses me down and sends his shivers through my spine, fading away everything else except for him…

My day has disappeared, I can only hear him now , his voice whispers for me to listen quietly….

Hes my dancing partner who gets me moving in excitement, holds me totally captivated, yet he knows how well we move together and makes me wiggle to his every tune.. he sings harder and pushes me to exhaustion, i drown in his sweat..as he smiles wickedly…

Hes my bright sunny morning, who shines just for me, his warmth radiates and causes me to flush with happiness, I only blush for him …he is my first love …

Yet he can be so loud, so noisy, why do I never tire of his voice? hes trying to help, to keep me alive…he knows i will listen to him…so he speaks…                                                                                               

He watches me grow into the woman I am .  

He sends me words to make me feel sexy, such flirtatious words….Causing my body to ripple with excitement, he teases my thoughts to interrupt my dreams..He’ll never be happy, until he hears me sing his song…

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