I’ve recently remembered that movie, one that most of us have heard about (or, if not, they definitely should) and enjoyed watching at least once. Somebody mentioned having lifted music up to the rank of passion. The context was far more complex, but one idea kept popping up in my mind: the significance of music for each and every individual, the way we see it, the way others see it, the way it is generally perceived and interpreted.

But I tend to see music above the status of a simple passion – I regard it as a magnificently crafted jewel which adorns every possible second – time entangled with symphonies of sound, order bewildered by chaotic attempts to entrap the essence of existence itself.

Beginning with those ancient drum-beats meant to satisfy savage gods and to bring solace to confused spirits, music has played an important role in our lives, whether we realise it or not. And I’m not referring to the industry which has been built up because of it, but of the actual feelings and sensations it manages to convey. There are times in our lives when music is the only thing that can redeem us and bring us freedom in its purest form. It can bring together scattered shards and mend broken dreams. It can heal wounds and make the scars look less hideous. It can melt icy hearts. It can help fallen angels rise and shine …again.

Where are the composers whose music could make you shiver or even cry?

Without music, life would be a mistake.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Words have never been enough.

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