Works in Progress All human beings are works in progress. They are pasted together with duct tape hot melt glue and a little elbow grease. We all have areas which we deem to require more work than others; some may have low self esteem, lack of faith in others or even a lack of will to live. These are all extremes but they apply to all people’s lacking area. I for one have a problem with expressing any personal thoughts through words. I cannot answer a personal question just through telling the person. It seems easier to me to just write the answer down or send a text message. I feel like if I say the words then they are flung into the air, vulnerable and helpless, no longer protected by the veil of my inner thoughts. These unseen and untouched words, only perceived by the sound which creates them, hold a power that I cannot let out of its cage. I have tried to express some feelings lately and I have been helped by a special person. If there had not been someone to help me remove my phobia of expression I would still be sitting in the soundproof room that is my mind. I’ve found any form of expression other than words is much easier to reveal. Music can release caged thoughts to the world with a supremacy over any word. The subtle notes carry an overtone of information bottled in a coded message that is interpreted by the human as the music. The music expresses the core feeling of the player without alluding to the situation leaving the audience to wonder of the plight undertaken by the instrumentalist. Through words, every minute detail is expressed onto the page so the reader knows exactly just how the writer came to be in this emotional state. Music alludes to nothing except the feeling of the composer. I find I can express personal feeling through music much easier than through writing or speaking.