the dialect of music

It is in the few strokes of a piano, strums on a guitar, or beats of a drum that your soul can really begin to feel in ways that are otherwise impossible.
Music is a movement from soul to soul. It is a language never put into comprehensible words, that had to be reduced to mere notes and dots on a scale in order to be contained.
Music is a drug of sorts, or at least a substitution for drugs, where absolutely anyone can really feel.
It’s a place of freedom and release where someone is allowed to do or say anything they want.
Every person develops their own dialect of this complex language to bare their soul.
The heart begins to slow or quicken, breathing shortens or lengthens, and images play in our minds--some of which can never be described or shown.
The soul is set free in an almost delirious joy;
sodden with a romantic loss;
fiery with passion;
simply lazy as it relaxes in solace.
This is an incomprehensible language that allows even the most Hard-hearted and emotionally dry souls to really feel, or brings Wells of Emotion to tears;
it moves from soul to soul, allowing One to connect with another without simple spoken words.