The silence is welcoming after work but that’s a chosen silence.  I can easily return to melodic tones whenever I choose.  What would life be like without the music that flows into us and then out again?

What kind of wedding doesn’t have a couple’s song.  I have a good friend who searched and searched before his wedding until they together agreed on a song.  Not very romantic but obligatory.  How would your positive mood last if there wasn’t a strong to strengthen and lengthen it?  What boring car trip is tolerated with a variety of tunes, enough to make Ohio or Montana shorter states?  How more rewarding during a downer feeling than with a bluesy tune to keep you down there?  How could we hum in the morning a song we heard before going to bed?

The Bible says “singing is twice praying.”  Some of those prayers may be The Cyrkle’s “Red Rubber Ball,” “for you I’m just an ornament, something for your pride…” when we feel God is away from us or when we feel God closer we sing “ain’t no mountain high enough, ain’t no river wide enough…”  One generation claims the new generation’s music is “noisy” and rejection repeats itself again and again.  The Bible also says, don’t make noise, “make a joyful noise” in all our activities.

My hearing is fading but not the music that bolsters me up, keeps me level or contently depressed.  If the Doobie Brothers doobies “Listen to the Music” the volume increases.  Even more so with The Who, “Won’t Get Fooled Again” with a lingering organ to begin, only to then open up and let the music out.

Who knows, some 80 year old may turn up “Sentimental Journey” because it was their wedding song and “he’s been gone for several years but he still seems to be living within me.”