Saturday, January 15, 2011

A Heart a Day 3



A Heart a Day


Sat 8:00 Am Jan 15, 2011


This heart comes from my Music, My only escape, the only way I know to free my self from all types of pain

I fell in love with it at a young age, but it wasn't until I was given a guitar that I understood what it said

each melody had a story to tell, even when I was just learning

I could hear my guitar speak, sweet words with every single emotion ever felt

It was just like learning a different language

but day after day each word became clear

I would fall asleep on my bed playing my guitar over my chest

listening to its sweet words

I fell in love

I believe that the music I make speak the words that I'm afraid to say

and some times it screams, it cries, and simply lets me understand my own emotions

I have written many songs that would just be poems if not for my music

I flew from Puerto Rico to Boston in need of a new heart

I have never been so sick, never been so scared

but thanx to my music I could have a moment when all this disappeared

and I felt alive

During this time I wrote my best songs ever

eventually I kept getting better

but after my heart transplant I had to lear it all over again

I was no longer capable of many things

I felt destroyed

I knew how to play but my hands could not understand that

I kept trying every day

and I have to confess I have never been the same

a lot was lost during that change

and as time passed I felt maybe I had a chance

But my heart got sick again

and this time my hands where un able to play a note with out me drowning in a pool of pain

my music was no longer my friend, my lover, my escape

I could not say a word of how I felt

so I tried a different instrument

I began to compose in my computer with a piano and other things

I had found the escape

but still my true love seemed galaxies away

I learned new stiles of music, new ways of creating

but my soul still had a void

I have done everything in my power to get my hands back

and after a long a painful time

I can play my guitar once again

I can speak from within my soul

It may sound strange for some people but I know what I have gone thru is not easy

so being able to still create music is a grate deal to me

I am my favorite musician

and thats why this heart comes from It, Music, the language of souls.


2 comments:

  1. U R my favorite musician too.... Your music is inspiring and beautiful. It's filled with emotions and lots of passion. You can tell you and your instrument become one as you play. I LOVE to listen to you play... You're a great artist. keep it up.

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