Puccini

Everyone knows that song, Puccini is famous for it. Well, I don't know what it is about opera, Puccini especially, but the music brings me to tears. As my ears are enveloping the sound, the lyrics, the instruments rising with the chorus; my body trembles, my skin tingles, my tears pour.
I don't know why music is such a part of my soul. Why God put such a love for it in me, why He gave me a gift to sing, but nothing. Was I supposed to pursue my passion with such vigor that I broke down barriers? Knocked down doors? Even if those doors were locked? Only God knows.

I think of all the music out there. Pop. jazz. rap. r&b. samba. rock, opera. There are so many artists out there that are famous for mediocre lyrics and mediocre voices. Yet, they're still famous. Some of them only make one cd, or have only one hit, and then they're done. Others still make many cd's and still don't know when to give it up. Then there are those who not only sing, but create. They create lyrics that people never forget. Melodies that people don't stop humming. Feelings that people forgot they even had.
That's what music does to me. Truly great musicians awake in me; excitement. Curiosity: for a past lover perhaps. Or maybe curiosity for love at all. Passion. Desire. Ecstasy. Delight. Rapure. Silliness. Anger. Hatred. Hurt.
Tonight, Puccini awakened curiosity. A curiosity for someone from years past. Desire for passionate, chaotic love and lust. Brokenness for those I've hurt. And pain from those who have hurt me.
I don't know if music awakens everyone, but if it doesn't I'm sure they haven't found the right kind of music to listen to.
The music that awakens the most in me is Opera. I haven't even been to an opera. I only hope that one day I am there, and the emotion that washes over me is so enrapturing that my body trembles, my skin tingles and the tears roll endlessly down my cheeks.