Pick a word , paint a story #25 /melody

I,JEROMY AND MELODY A STORY OF STRINGS, KEYS, SOULFUL NOTES AND GOOD SONGS

They say music chooses its own people and I believe that's true because Melody found me when I was too young to understand what she truly was.

This isn’t just a story about music; it’s a story about me and Melody, and how we’ve grown together from the age of 13 years of age ,I started to play trumpet, leadguitar string to the full harmony of keys, brass, and rhythm.

how it all started

I still remember the first time I held a lead guitar. My fingers were clumsy, my strumming was offbeat, but something about it felt right like I had found a language I was born to speak. Each string carried a story I didn’t know how to tell with words, and of which gave am a sleepless night. just because I was so happy.

From there, Melody became my closest companion. I didn’t just want to play music, I wanted to understand her, feel her, live her.

Discovering My Voice Through Instruments

lead guitar the passion

The lead guitar became my voice. I could make it scream in joy or weep in pain. Every solo I played told a part of my story no words needed, just fingers and fire.

bass guitar the groove

Then came the bass guitar. I realized that behind every powerful song is a heartbeat, and that’s what the bass gave me rhythm, depth, and connection. It taught me patience and timing.

keyboard the harmony

Learning the keyboard opened a new world. Chords, progressions, melodies layered like emotions. It became the canvas where I painted entire moods, from soft sunrise tones to deep night melodies.

trumpet the power

The trumpet taught me boldness. You can’t whisper with a trumpet, it demands presence. With each note, I learned how to breathe with purpose and play with pride . although I used like 1 year and 7 months to learned could be able to play and long the line I almost gave up on it .

melody became my escape with my partner.

Whenever life got too loud, Melody gave me silence in sound. Whenever I felt misunderstood, she translated my soul into music. Every note I played was a conversation between me and the world, between me and myself. But most especially giving me my kind and dream partner that can sing so well while am playing.

Sometimes I’d sit for hours, switching between instruments, layering one sound over another like memories overlapping. In those moments, I wasn’t just a musician. I was alive.

the truth about me and melody

Melody is not just a tune to me. She’s my journey, my therapy, and my identity. She has no face, but she’s more real to me than some people. With her, I don’t need to explain anything my chords speak for me , especially on Gospel music.

And now, wherever I go, I carry her with me in my fingers, in my ears, in my heart.

final words

Not everyone will understand your bond with music. But if you’ve ever picked up an instrument and felt it talk back, then you’ve met your own Melody too and mostly it restored life to me I my darkest mo.

This is my story. What’s yours?