What inspires me.

So, I guess each day I should theme my posts so I don't just ramble.
Today...my theme will be what inspires me.
The first thing I can think of that catches my soul on fire...is music. Which, doesn't even really make sense for someone like me; because, ironically, I am no musician.
I don't wear band t-shirts or go to concerts. I don't play even the flute. I took piano lessons for a few years in middle school and junior high but was never any good. In fact, now I probably couldn't even play Mary Had a Little Lamb.
I think it's the sounds, the beats, the way it makes me sway, laugh, wiggle, tap my fingers to it.
It can make me want to cry...it can make me want to scream at the top of my lungs because the words reflect so much of my heart, I no longer feel alone in the world.
Music about my Savior can make me want to go give all the clothes off my back to a stranger in the cold. Music about love can make me want to re-marry my husband, take him to the first place we kissed, and sometimes jump off a bridge in the dark.
Music can make me want to revolve the way I  move, walk, run, even smile...to it's beat. It is the most influential thing to my subconscious.
Music can take me back to when I was 14 and full of innocent vulnerability to love.
It can take me back to a night where I clung to the threads of my bedroom carpet, screaming at someone, I wasn't sure who at that point.
Music can guide me, advise me, and captivate me more than any silly book.
Music is a way of crying when I don't want to actually let myself go enough to really do it.
Music inspires me to feel; the one thing I hate to do the most.
Music inspires me to try; though I fear failure.
I may not know how to play a guitar,
but music knows my soul is quite the musician when it wants to be.