Music is the moonlight in the gloomy night of life. It is the medicine to mind. Although the clangour of a wedding band in the vicinity may create disturbance but when employed appropriately it can cure things that medicine never will. It connects us to our real self, to wit, our soul, so while tuning to serene music we incline to commence the jaunt inward. Music can slacken the taut thews of our body. The mellifluent notes of music have the aptness to cure the mental or somatic fatigue of a careworn person. Just as a child pays no heed to anything and feels jouissance in mother’s lap, by the same token we forget all vexation and collywobbles in soothing musical environment.When a tranquilising music breezes to your ears, you automatically slouch back, cast your eyes up and your chin lazes on your hand with your lips manifesting a wistful smile. It is a string that vivifies your soul and fills its desolation. Although the radio is a beatbox but here and now it nominates to be your refuge and you crawl into the space between the notes and curl your back to loneliness. It enunciates emotions on which it is undoable to be tight-lipped. At this moment you saunter down your golden lane of souvenirs. During this time the music elects to be your life and lyrics evince your story. As these become the words you incise wherever you go, people call you a nutty person. It paints its picture on stillness and you puzzle out how feelings sound like. Now your affliction to be forlorn evanesces and you become a thoughtful person standing with a doughty spirit facing the world.
Hitherto the faculty of enthralling music doesn’t cease. Visualize a bloke with his brows puckered in a frown, his body sagged against the wall and his eyes geared up to break into tears. However six months later you espy the selfsame person wreathed in smiles, thrumming a silvery tune, oscillating his hands perpetually and swiveling loosely. What had betided the guy? How did this happen? Actually the gent had cancer. The sole thunderstorm that would evolve in his mind every bit was whether he will draw his last breath now or in another hour. Howbeit he had proclivity of listening to music the whole day. He would always listen to the lay “I can’t stop” and this refrain revamped his life. Whenever he used to listen to its couplet he would wipe his tears, raise head, push chest out and would stand lofty, ready to pulverize all the challenges that would knock his door. He became stout and one day he got the revelation that he has clobbered cancer. You would ween what an inane fiction fable it is but the story is veracious. It is the anecdote of thousands of people. Music gives a soul to the universe, pinion to the mind, flight to imagination and life to everything.
Even though a horde of people don’t take its therapeutic advantages as gospel but in the mid-twentieth century, music therapy emanated as a discipline, and the build out of advanced technologies has since kindled new lamps on how music can tailor the framework of the brain, meliorate mood, and helps us recuperate after a stroke. It may assuage trauma as it has effects on brainstem-mediated measures such as pulse, heart rate, blood pressure and body temperature. Stimulating music produces surges in cardiovascular measures, whereas soporific music decreases them. It has prodigious strengths for nursing certain mental ailments such as angst, bizarre zest or pessimism. It is also helpful for the treatment of patients suffering from insomnia. Doctors feel that music therapy has been assisting them in aiding many people with problems like dementia, dyslexia, depression and trauma.
Sir Marilyn Manson rightly said, “Music is the strongest form of magic”. You cannot touch music but music can touch you. Music is life that’s why our heart has beats. What would life be like without it?