Music is really a strange thing. It is to poetry what sculpture is to drawing. It gives it form and shape and texture that simply cannot be captured in two dimensions. It’s been pointed out to me recently that I have unusual tastes in music, and I suppose that’s true enough. I definitely enjoy an eclectic range of styles, and while there are some styles that I gravitate to more than others, I daresay there is no musical genre in which I can’t find something of beauty.
What a person listens to says a lot about that person; it speaks of taste and personality and history. My own history undoubtedly has something to do with my musical tastes. I am fortunate to have two parents with beautiful voices, and impromptu a capella ”oldies” like folk songs or Negro spirituals were common fare for any car trips. My mother sang my brother and me to sleep each night to the sound of Peter, Paul and Mary, and I learned to roller-skate to her collection of 45’s. My husband laments that she has warped me for life. 
Most particularly, the songs that most draw me are those with lyrics that evoke a response, be it tears or smiles or laughter. And vocal harmony has a strong attraction for me as well. When both of those elements are combined, well, I’m going to be lost in the song for awhile.
Winter, spring
It’s what love can truly bring
Ice turns to water
Water flows to everything
You can lose your mind
Baby, then your heart you’ll find
I hope you won’t give up whats movin’ you inside
So if you’re waitin’ for love
Well it’s a promise I’ll keep
If you don’t mind believing that it changes everything
Then time will never matter
~ Jars of Clay, “Sunny Days”
