MUSIC AS THERAPY

      The piano is for you; its keys cut from your bones and teeth. The bass and drums are in rhythm with your pulse. And the guitar sings only your melodies, the memories your eyes have recorded and cherished over the years. The tones the musicians chose just happen to reach into the same astral well that your thoughts did on a day that, while you cannot place it chronologically, nonetheless has harbored a quiet place in your soul, waiting to be struck and ring out like an ancient crystal bell. 

      Music's magnetism stops clocks. Your sensibility of time elapsing is replaced with a flowing of soft sound, like sand through fingers, water against wood. If you watch very closely the second hand on the clock as you listen to your music, you will notice that if it is not exactly on time with the tempo of your tuneage, it is at least so a good portion of the time - it is trying. Time wants to join in the backbeat of the chorus, as much as your foot wants to tap.

    Likewise, as certain people can't hold a tune, or do not have natural rhythm, so the second hand lacks the dexterity to veer from its monotronomic pacing. Clocks love low batteries; it gives them the chance to dance.

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