What it says to me.

Music is, always has been and always will be a significant part of my life.

My father used to say I was born singing.

From a basically atheist/agnostic household, I crept into church, drawn in by the music.

I taught myself to read words at 3, taught myself to read music at 6.

I was curious, I needed to know.

I still am and I still do.

Over the years people have played music for me.

My first boyfriend played piano beautifully. His brother had built a harpsichord and Paul would play sentimental ragtime songs on it. Odd, but haunting.

My late ex-husband taught me to play guitar.
He played and sang the old heart-break country standards.
He never did get over his first wife.

Others have played music of the world and seduced me with it.

Friends play a song and say "Listen to the riff in that!" or "Can you hear how tight that harmony is?" Friends understand.

My children grew up listening to music along with me. Grew up singing in junior choir in church. Grew up to appreciate the subtleties and nuances that the music projects.

I hope in my heart that they both share this with their children.

Music speaks to others and what you share with them sends messages. Subliminal or blatant the messages are there.