Please welcome Lisa Gott to the blog today! I hope you enjoy her post as much as I do!
My eyes were closed and my body gently swayed from side to side. My feet barely reached the pedals below. I was four. It was the very first time I had played Für Elise straight through without any errors. And the sound which gently reverberated off the walls of the small music room took a hold of me. Tears were streaming down my face. I felt as though I had died and been reborn in a split second.
My piano teacher squeezed my shoulder and asked me if I was okay. I nodded and told her I was crying because of this. This music. It was the most beautiful thing in the world. And it made my heart cry.
I remember listening to the Somewhere in Time soundtrack for the first time. Lying on the couch and clutching my chest, because the magnificent melody was, quite literally, taking my breath away. I called it “lung music.” I remember pouring my heart out onto a page right after. Just writing and writing and writing. Not really knowing or understanding what was happening, feeling as though I was almost hypnotized. And then looking at what I wrote after and realizing the music had opened a door deep inside of me. And that was were the most beautiful and most sacred of words lived.
For me, music has been meditative. It possesses me. It transports me to another land. I don’t just listen to music, I experience it. With every fiber of my being. And I feel like I have superpowers. Like I have all the clarity in the world. Everything makes sense.
Yet, I’m not one of those writers who listens to music while I write. I simply cannot, because I find its magical wonder devastatingly crippling. Rather, I take a walk or lie on my bed and listen. Let it fill me, consume me. Let it reach inside and pull all the emotions out of me. Let it take me to that beautiful land. And once I’m there, I can turn it off. And create like I never knew I could.
You see, music doesn’t tell me the stories. It doesn’t even inspire them. Like a tornado, the words are constantly swirling, suspended in darkness. I know they’re there, but can barely see them. Can’t reach them. Music is one thing which can calm the storm. Bring the words back into range. And illuminate my soul.
Music makes me feel. Deeply. Reminds me to live. Deeply. So that I can write. Deeply.
Lisa M. Gott is a contemporary literary fiction author. Her stories tell of the human spirit – sometimes sad, sometimes not – most can relate to them on some level or another.
Gott began her writing career under the nom de plume L.M. Stull. Her new name represented not only a new chapter in her personal life, but in her literary one as well.
When she’s not feverishly weaving words, you can find her enjoying nature, spending time with her incredible husband, and, sometimes, sipping a latte. Okay, maybe more than sometimes.