The word is music. I feel an immediate sense of happiness when I think of it and an urge to move. Music is movement as much as movement is music to me.

It is movement that creates sound. Vocal cords move. Instruments create sound through movement. Wind moves objects in nature and that, too, creates sound. But sound is not music. I think of music like sound that found a soul.

Music moves. I have danced and I have sung for many years throughout my life. When I hear a note, I feel exactly where it is supposed to sit in my throat, like a sound map. And whenever I listen to music, an impromptu choreography gets created in my mind as the music plays.

Nowadays I sing in a choir at my children's school. When we sing for parents and kids, there is always a parent who comes to us afterwards and says they needed this to start their day. And I feel proud, not because of our musical abilities, but because we have managed to pass on the soul of the music we sing to that of our listeners.