Links that are relevant to my topic

http://library.thinkquest.org/10400/html/music.html

http://www.chordpiano.com/articles-chord-piano/music-emotions-4.htm

http://ezinearticles.com/?Music-and-Emotions:-Can-Music-Really-Make-You-a-Happier-Person?&id=40634

http://www.poemhunter.com/poems/music/

http://www.lyrics.com/

http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/

http://www.poemhunter.com/poems/music/

http://www.music.com/

http://www.scaruffi.com/history/

http://www.quotegarden.com/music.html

http://allphilosophy.com/topic/1045

My Declaration

Music is “an art of sound in time that expresses ideas and emotions in significant forms through the elements of rhythm, melody, harmony, and color”, as it is defined on Dictionary.com. An unknown author defines music as “what feelings sound like”. This explains my reason for choosing emotions expressed through music in the simplest way. As I signed up for this class, I knew from the start that I wanted to do something unique and challenging. I wanted people to doubt my ability to make a good concept folio with my topic. I tried to think of something that was important to me, so I decide upon music. Since music is really broad, I had to narrow it down. The first thing that came to my mind when I was brainstorming was emotions. Kurt Cobain once said “Thank you for the tragedy. I need it for my art”. This quote indicates that music is based on emotions and feelings. Music without emotions doesn’t exist. I personally relate to this a lot. There is not one day that I don’t listen to music. I listen to it on car rides, on the bus to school, and before I go to bed. I decide on what I want to listen to by how I’m feeling. If I feel happy and content, I’ll most likely listen to something like Cute Is What We Aim For, The Academy is or Hellogoodbye. When I'm in a thoughtful mood, I might be listening to The Scene Aesthetic. If I’m sad, depressed, or just not in a good mood, I will listen to something that goes into the direction of My Chemical Romance, Chiodos, or Vanna. So not only are the artists emotions represented in the music, but also the listeners. Besides listening to music, I also make music. I play the guitar and the keyboard, and I used to play the flute. This also helps me express my feelings, because I adjust the way and what I play to my mood. I express my emotions through my music. Besides making music, I also write lyrics, which is another great way of expressing my feelings. I can put all my thoughts and emotions in them. The ability to express oneself through it is what makes music so great, and is why I chose this topic.

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Everything seemed perfect. I was twenty-four and I seemed to have found the love of my life, Thomas. He completed me and I completed him. We met when I was fifteen and we both took piano lessons with the same teacher. One day we bumped into each other because he was early for his lesson, and since that day we were inseparable. As soon as we were both 18 we got an apartment together. I was never happier in my life. With 22 he asked me to be his wife, and I said yes. Three months later we were married. I will never forget what a handsome groom he was, with his black hair and his shining green eyes. As a wedding gift, my parents gave us the piano that connected us both from start. We put it into our bedroom, next to my side of the bed. We spent our honeymoon in the Bahamas, but even when we came back home it didn’t seem to end. He made me feel special and appreciated. Sometimes he left me presents on our piano before he left for work so that they were the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes in the morning. We shared the chores so that no one had to do too much work. He took me to the beach, where we took long walks, laughing about old stories. He brought me flowers and he left me random notes around the house that would say how much he loved me. Stumbling over one of those notes while he was on a business trip always brought a smile to my face.
One morning, I woke up, and I saw a brown, fluffy teddy bear with a red and white striped bow and a heart in between its hands sitting on the bottom keys of the piano. I smiled and thought to myself how lucky I am to have such an amazing person in my life and how I couldn’t live without him. As I get up in order to pick up the bear, the phone rang. Wondering about who called this early I picked it up.
“Is this Mrs. Cunnings?” the person on the other line said.
“Yes” I replied.
“I’m really sorry, but your husband got into a car accident. He suffered sever head trauma. I’m sorry. He didn’t even make it to the hospital.”
Shocked, I started sobbing. My hands were shaking and the phone fell to the ground. I broke down, falling onto my knees. This can’t be happening. Everything was so perfect. Thomas can’t leave me. Tears were streaming down my face, quenching my shirt. Everything seemed so unreal. I lifted my hand up and grabbed the bear off of the piano. Hugging it tightly, I walked into the kitchen. Not thinking clearly, I grabbed the nearest knife. I couldn’t stand the pain that I was feeling, deep down in my stomach. Still hugging the last gift, wet with tears now, I walked back into the bedroom and sat at the piano. I took the knife and pulled it over my wrist, as it seemed as I was floating above my body, watching the thick, red liquid of life rush out of me, dripping over the white keys of the piano.

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