Listen to the Music

This morning, I sipped my Starbucks and cued up my Apple “Feel Good” playlist, expecting a little background energy to ease into the day.

What I didn’t expect?
Every song felt like a message.
A wink from the universe.
A perfectly timed reminder that I’m not alone.

That’s the magic of music.

It moves us—literally.
Our heads start bobbing.
Our toes tap along.
Our souls? They rise.

There’s something extraordinary about the fact that someone, somewhere, once sat down to write a song—trusting their words, their melody, their rhythm—and sent it into the world.
They didn’t know who would hear it.
They didn’t know if anyone would dance to it, cry to it, heal through it, or need it at exactly the right time.
But they created it anyway.

That’s bravery.
That’s resonance.
That’s ripple.

Music is more than background noise. It’s a frequency—tuned to lift, stir, steady, and sometimes crack us open just enough to let something new flow in.

And the best part?
It doesn’t matter what genre you prefer.
Whether it’s acoustic or electronic, country or classical, pop or punk—
Music is art.
Music is value.
Music is energy.
Music is joy.

So next time a lyric lands just right or a melody makes you smile out of nowhere, maybe take a breath and say,
“Thank you.”

To the artist.
To the Universe.
To the symphony of life that’s always playing—just beneath the noise.

Because sometimes, the playlist knows.