Sometimes it all starts with a chord. 🎹 One sound. One rhythm. One word bursting out of the speaker - and you are no longer where you were a minute ago.

I think music is like internal weather. ☀️ Sometimes it's sunny, sometimes it's stormy, and sometimes there's a light haze, when you feel like you're not here, but somewhere between sleep and a dream.

I don't always understand why a certain song suddenly touches me so deeply. Why the singer's voice seems to pronounce my thoughts. 🎤 Why the bass reverberates somewhere inside my chest, and not just in my ears.

When I'm sad, I turn on music, but not to make it "fun". But so that someone would share my state. 🖤 Music can be there in a way that people can't. She doesn't interrupt. She doesn't advise. She doesn't demand explanations. She just plays. And suddenly you don't feel lonely.

There are songs that take me back to the past. 🔙 As soon as the intro sounds, I'm already back on that balcony in the summer, with a cold juice in my hand, bare feet and the smell of the night air. Or in the car on the road from nowhere to nowhere. 🚗💨 Or in a strange city that I fell in love with after one song on the streets.

I noticed that I turn on certain tracks unconsciously in specific states. ⚡ When I want to pull myself together, I turn on a heavy beat, when I dream, something with deep vocals and a guitar. 🎸 When I want to feel free, only synth and something electronic.

The most amazing thing is how music can change me. Without effort. 🔄 You just turn it on, and in three minutes you're already breathing differently. Thinking differently. Even the body moves differently. 💃 As if it builds me anew.

I like to listen to music alone. 🎧 Alone with it, I am more honest. I can cry without embarrassment. Or smile in the dark. 😊 Or dance around the room if I suddenly feel that my pulse coincides with the rhythm.

You don’t always need to understand the language of the song. 🌍 Sometimes I like to listen to things that I don’t translate. Because the meaning is not in the words. But in the intonation. In the sound. In the feeling that someone put a part of themselves into it - and I feel it.

One day I was walking down the street and heard a violin. 🎻 Live. A man was playing right on the sidewalk. It wasn’t a concert, not a performance - just someone playing. I stopped, took out my headphones and... didn’t turn them on. I just listened. Then I moved on, but the feeling of that note was with me all day. Such... consolation.

Music is comfort, energy, inspiration and a secret diary. 📖 It says more about me than I sometimes realize.

Sometimes I make playlists for feelings. 🎶 For melancholy. For joy. For the morning sun and evening anxiety. 🌅 For aimless walks. For kisses. 💋 For loneliness.

And every time I turn on a familiar song, it seems to me that I return to myself. 🔄 Or to the one I want to be.

If you have ever lost yourself - just turn on the music you loved in the past. And maybe you will remember how you really sound.

It is not just background music. 🔊 It is a voice that helps you remember who you are when everything around is too loud.