I sit alone in a room with an instrument and fill the space with the sound of myself. My efforts, my fumbling, my history, my hopes manifest in a wading pool of sound. I make music with others and our sounds mingle and interact, crash together and combine to become an ocean of sound that we float in together.
Researchers say that when we sleep our brain is bathed in a special rejunvenating fluid. I am certain that when we make music our beings are bathed in special revitalizing sound waves. The song ends, the living water rushes out of the room and we are left feeling freshly bathed, pleasantly vulnerable, and eager for the next wave of sound.