Music, it speaks when words aren't enough or you can't find the right words and someone else did for you. Music adds a mood and tone and deeper feelings to words. Music is a beautiful memory to the senses. Music heals, music lives, music lasts forever. For the longest I lived with no voice, and very little choice to what my life was and where it would go. It's been a slow, steady and pretty painful race to get to where I'm at today, but nonetheless I made a way. To express myself, I vibed to music, to really embrace healing energy, I danced to that music, sang to the music, created my own music and played music. This was a very easy outlet for the pain, finding comfort in the voices of the music. Nowadays, I finally have regained the voice, and new found choices and while I still find sanctuary in the memories of the voices in the music that comforted me and carried me, I have now found my own voice through another outlet, finally ready to emerge, a voice that flows onto pages as words. And still I will always be grateful and feel tranquil, for the words and the voices, in the beautiful noises that is music.