Voices

Voices

A Story by Kathryn Smith

Music is universal.


From the very beginning it has always been an enormous part of my life.


In the days I was born, I lived in the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit) for a long time.


When my little fighting body was pierced and poked with needles, music was played to calm me.


I loved nature sounds the most. I calmed down to bliss.


I hated the ocean and rushing water noises. I screamed and cried and was very uncomfortable.


I give music credit for my survival.




Without music, life would be a mistake.


It has gotten me through everything.


The ups.


The downs.


The pain.


The joy.


The drunken love.


The raging madness.



Have you ever heard a voice that simply sounds weirdly familiar or just feels like home?


I have so many artists who sing in my ears everyday....


but there are only a few voices that can reach straight into my soul.




The voice of Taylor Swift is the voice of me.


She is the voice of Women.


Her words illustrate my life and my world.


Her voice can turn my disappointments and heartbreaks into understanding and accepting.


She can make me sit back and focus on what's really important in my life.





The voice of Daniel Smith (From the band Bastille) is incredibly special.


I first heard his voice in a dream one night.


I had never heard him before, and I awoke in a trance wishing I knew this voice.


That morning as I was eating breakfast, my mother was in the other room watching her recording of SNL.  


Suddenly there it was! The voice in my dream! I ran to the television and that was that.


I became a fan of Bastille.


Mr. Smith's voice speaks to me on so many different levels.


It is soul comforting.


He is love.


His music mirrors my life.


His voice is like an old friend.


So eerily familiar that it haunts me.


He has given my life pure magic.


Some of it has been dark..but a good dark.


He helped me figure out just who Kathryn is.




The Script has power.


The Irishmen have the power to make vivid memories flash in front of my eyes.


They can fly me to Ireland.


They make me believe in myself.


The voice that belongs to Mr. O'Donoghue is a voice that has literally helped heal me.


Their music was there when I suffered from the car crash.


The Script is a group I've been listening to for a very long time.


I usually go through phases and like groups for a while and then eventually move on to something new...


but these men have seemed to fill a vacancy in my heart and continue to dwell there.






The voices that belong to a group called Bears Den make me melt.


It's like my heart is receiving an endless warm and loving hug.


They remind me of someone across the Atlantic ocean.


Their voices make me feel him. Hear him. See him.


The music takes me back to the cold of January.


Bears Den melted the cold and made me warm just for a moment.





The chorus of Libera are voices that restore my faith in God.


Though they are all younger boys, their voices are mighty. 


They are the joy of Christmas.


They are my love of London.


They calmed a crying newborn boy I held.


Libera is the latin word for free.


and I couldn't say it any better.




The voices of the cast of Glee are the voices that bring me back home.


They were there for 5 solid years of my life.


Though he is gone, Cory Monteith's voice is my drive. My reassurance. A pat on the back.


His voice keeps me going.


The various voices alone and mixed together as a cast, represent growing up

and my last years before adulthood.


I owe them quite a bit!





I saved the best for last.


Out of all voices this voice has had an alarmingly enormous affect on me.


He has something that no one else does.


This one specific voice is like returning home after being away for a while.


His voice is like finding a missing piece of myself that I have been searching everywhere for.


It's a new refreshing chapter but also has the nostalgia of the past.


He carries my past, present, and future.  


This voice can literally lull and soothe me to sleep.


It's beautiful.


He holds my fears, faith, and love.


This voice is a voice I'll treasure forever.





This voice belongs to Sufjan Stevens.







































© 2015 Kathryn Smith


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Added on June 19, 2015
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