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.

when we talk about love

Love can be an abstract idea. But it is arguably more than an idea.
Love is something we as humans were created for.
We don’t just want love, we need it; we crave it; it is wired into our very being. People have gone to such extreme lengths for the sake of love.
It would seem petty and irrelevant unless one actually looked at what love is.  
It is food, water and medicine for our spirits. We thrive off of it and it satisfies us.
Real love satisfies us.
I am not speaking about temporary, cheap, ephemeral love that easily fills and then leaves a gaping hole bigger and more demanding than before.
That is not love, yet the World has shown us that there is nothing more than that, only because of the bitter experiences society has gone through.
No, that is not love.
Love will never be that simple or that cheap.
It is costly and it is worth more than life itself. Love includes all aspects of a relationship--good, bad, ugly, lovely, temperamental, patient, enduring.
It is raw,
unfiltered,
and unconditional.
Real love is, in fact, the one thing that still stands when all else has fallen.