music is the voice of passion

When the world seems quiet and I find myself so desperately alone, I turn my radio on to remind me life exists somewhere. The drowning yet untangible notes start. My soul ascends to the resonant heart of the human race. Passion liquifies through my hands as music reverbates through my skull. I feel understood yet my soul yearns for more. I turn the volume up. How do you define the feeling of freedom? You can't. But music has a way of telling you you are free. And there I was finally whole.