My father instilled in me my love for music. I learned to play piano and guitar when I was a teenager, and loved to sing.
Music has the ability to transport us back to the place we were when we first heard a certain song, remind us of a person, settle its melody inside our head and into our soul.
I went with my husband to one of his violin lessons and enjoyed seeing how his teacher explained how he should feel the music, let himself go as he plays.
Here is my father singing, a recording from 1953 that I was able to convert to CD and then mp3. When I think of music, I think of him.