Today, I return to my series of posts on music and the peace it brings to me.
I try to carve out time from my overloaded schedule to play the piano every day. I favor Mozart because of the excellence of his music. I’d play more Bach, the greatest composer who ever lived, if I could, but his music is for the most part too difficult for me, and I don’t have time to practice the hours required to play him well. I also play Beethoven, Satie, Chopin, and some of my own compositions.
Listening to music brings me peace and an escape from the torments of Post-Traumatic Stress. But playing music lifts my soul. The process of using my hands and feet to make the notes on the page in front of me come to life transforms me. I become totally absorbed in the ebb and flow of a master’s aural creation. The panic attacks, irrational rages, nightmares, and flashbacks are left behind.
Post-Traumatic Stress Injury (PTSI) I have always with me. It will never fade or weaken. But my soul is stronger than the disease. I rise above it. And making music gives me a peace and fulfillment available nowhere else.