Originally posted as a Facebook note, Nov. 4th, 2010.
![Bragi, by Wahlbom [Bragi]](http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/20/Bragi_by_Wahlbom.jpg)
Bragi from Norse mythology with a harp. Artwork by Carl Wahlbom (1810-1858).
Have you ever watched a movie, and in it, you know how a scene should feel by the type of music playing? The music can amplify the feelings that a scene can create.
I just finished watching “The Brave One” with Jodie Foster. This is an extraordinary movie, full of sorrow-pain-triumph-victory, and the persons responsible for making this movie seem able to know what songs to play and when. The orchestra music, without words, worked so very well with every heart racing scene.
This must be what it is to be a Skald. To know what song to play or sing at the exact right time. Songs can lead to memories, memories keep people alive.
Not everyone has lost a loved one. Everyone I’ve ever met connects a song with the very ones they lost. Many also connect a song with a partner, saying “this is our song.” Yet still there are songs that put a fire in our blood, that drive us to dance or fight.
Songs and song making seem to have lost a touch of why they were created. Many cultures around the world regarded music as a way to express, to let feelings out, to share and to profit. Some songs are far and ancient. Tribesmen dancing in great gatherings, preparing for a hunt, a raid, a rite of passage, and yet still so many more reasons and feelings than I could list.
Songs can help us understand our feelings. They help us express our feelings openly, knowing someone out there somewhere has felt the same way.
The vibrations in our neck, moving cords like a harp, letting the sounds travel out of our mouth and to our ears. Our ears vibrate and a signal is sent to our brains. We decide as we are given these vibrations how to react to them. Enticing and swirling in our brains we feel the music, the music touches us, the encompassing being of music plays at our souls, and becomes us; our bodies give forth a power, as the music changes. Driving us to do what the music wants, what it beckons for, it is a magic that gives us strength & courage, gentleness & love. What other single thing can give so many varying things?
Years. Decades. Centuries… music has lived. Music has evolved as we have evolved. Music grows old. Music is taken up, and reborn with every generation. Up-keeping the origins of it’s birth. Music lives. No matter how bad it may get… it lives. No matter how it is made… it lives.
We can lose ourselves in one passion or another and music will still be there for us all. Find the music in you, and you shall find a magic that lives forever.