Why is music so powerful? Some are especially sensitive to it. I am one of those people who can hum along with songs that many don’t notice. The elevator music, doctor’s waiting rooms, restaurants, dressing areas. It is there, the background soundtrack to my life. Expression is clearer, more defined when music guides it. My daughter and her friend were playing music the other day, messing around, when her guest started playing Canon. I begged him to replay it several times. My eyes sprung a leak, probably startling the poor kid. You see, the song he chose was the music I walked down the aisle with toward my groom. My husband has been away from home too much this year, and as I laid there with my eyes closed, the music carried me back. A melody, notes assigned value and force, transported me through time. I miss the man, the music brought him to me. Single notes start out, powerful orchestrations of life follow.