The Universal Language

"Music is the universal language of mankind" ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Music is a universal feature of the human experience, and its melodies influence the emotions we feel while listening to it.

It is true that music can communicate beyond culture and language. Even when we don't understand the language in a particular song, we can feel the emotion that is intended. The melody can express happiness or sadness through rhythm, pitch and tempo.

Lively up-tempo music with a great beat can be felt deep within our bodies. We will dance, spin and twirl to the rhythm that vibrates within us, such an exhilarating feeling.

When listening to a classic opera like LaTraviata, we may not understand the words they are singing, but we can understand the story they are telling. Their voices can convey the joy of the moment, or make our hearts feel the immense sadness as their voices cry in song.

The music of the romance languages such as Italian, French or Spanish can fill our hearts with love. Their silky fluidity brings us to a place that can be understood regardless of language barriers; where we feel the depth and passion of love, or the monumental heartbreak. Listening to Andrea Bocelli sing Con te partiro` (Time to Say Goodbye) can bring us to tears.

Music has the ability to bring us joy, or it can bring us to our knees with sadness. It can also help us to heal from our losses and broken hearts.

In the words of country music star, Keith Urban: "Music is an incredible language of the heavens." When I consider the impact it has on the lives of people around the world, I am inclined to agree. Perhaps in time, this language of the heavens will be the one thing that brings us all together.

Until then, I will fill my soul with heaven's language and let it fuel my emotions and bring me to dance.


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