My days pass in a flurry of notes and keys. Soft melodies play within my head, although I may be far from any musical instrument. Music fills my heart and mind and I have no escape, though this is not a bad thing. Always away, playing something musical. I may play sweet tunes on my flute, or strike a key on the marimba. I may also play beautiful melodies upon my violin, or sing along to a pop song with my ukulele. There are many more instruments for me to play as well, yet that is not the only music in my life. Listening to another writers composition of notes and rhythms also fill my days. Hearing differences of music, from Beethoven and Bach, to Lana Del Ray or Panic! at the Disco. Music rules my life.