Why I loved the music

You never know what you love till you lose it, but right now I know what I love. I love music. It makes me feel. I've always been numb to emotions like when your foot falls asleep and you barely feel anything. You still feel pain but it isn't the same pain as when your limb is not asleep. When I listen to music it's like I can breathe for once after a life of suffocating. A life lack luster. Music is so important to me. To the point of if I'd have to give it up I'd die without hesitation. No consideration, no doubt, no matter what others think. Music is my life, my light in the dark, my voice. And this pianist was playing with such passion for music. I had a moment of hatred. Not directed toward the pianist, but hatred toward myself. I was angry because I assumed that because it was eating instruments it had a strong disliking toward music. For assuming it was a monster for calling them a creature. No one monster can play any instrument in such a way that made me cry in appreciation for the effort in this... this imperfect, perfect song. It was amazing and overwhelming. The land scape of the hills across the lake only added to the power of this pianist's music. Everything complemented everything else no matter what angle you looked at it from.