Music is language for All

In the morning, I hear the music sounds that reverberate in 4 walls of my bedroom. I remember the walkman, CDs, and ipods we carry around back in the day. The vinyls are not from my generation but I love playing them. I remember once I made a phone call to request a song to be played on the radio music and poetry when combined can lift up the spirit when we are down There are music with no words…