Today, I give thanks for music.
Music is a big part of my life -- and always has been.
We listened to classical music when I was a wee tyke. Enough that I knew the difference between Beethoven and Bach and other when I was about three.
Since then, I sang in choirs; learned the guitar well enough to play in a guitar choir for a while; learned piano well enough to play a little and accompany holiday caroling; and win roles in musicals.
In college, I went to concerts of the loud variety, and listened to records, and then CDs so much that you could pretty much know that if it was silent in my room, I was either gone, or asleep (though music sometimes played when I slept).
Now, I make less music (though I sing in the car all the time), but enjoy listening to it still. In the past week, I've had the pleasure of taking my mother to hear my daughter play in a band concert, and of being escorted by my husband to hear the Eroica Trio play Beethoven with the Vienna Symphony Orchestra (or, in English). Two very different concerts, both thoroughly enjoyable (at least for me).
I have tried to imagine life without music, but can't get there. It's too sad and stark.
But life with music -- is a good thing.