What does music mean to you? Are a lyrics person? Are you more intrigued by a good beat or a wicked riff? 

This is what music means to me:

I remember one of the greatest days of my life. It was the day I fell in love. The love that was irrevocable would stand the test of time. My life and everything that mattered within in it stemmed from this love. I knew I would never, ever be alone again. That my love would never betray me.

This was the day I fell in love with music. The concept that human beings could combine basic instruments and words and make complete sense of my world made me feel exalted. That there was nothing more euphoric in life than turning on an album and listening to a track that pours its heart out to you, and realizing your own little heart is navigating through the same woes. That instant feeling of connection that somewhere in the world, someone experienced exactly what I once did. It makes the world seem much smaller, and kinder. 

When you hear a great musician for the first time it feels as though the universe has expanded. Discovering some vital, necessary substance that had been missing from your life all along. Music is always a companion. It never leaves your side no matter what life has thrown your way. Music grieves with you; music suffers and endures a broken heart with you. Music stands by your side when your best friend leaves you…Music…Always.

Songs serve as a soundtrack to the best and worst moments of my life. I remember the first time I hear a song, where I was, what I was doing…Songs define moments, emotions and a large amount of my memories. I think, scratch that—I know this is why I am so in love with poetry. A song is a poem. I hope to one-day change the world with my words, just like songs have changed mine.