If you are a pianist (I, by the way, am not, although I do play the piano on occasion), you may have heard about the recent passing of Alice Herz-Sommer.  Believed to be the oldest known living Holocaust survivor, Ms. Herz-Sommer died in London at the age of 110.  In addition to noting that she survived the Nazi death camps, what people have found notable about Ms. Herz-Sommer is that she credits her love for the music of Fredrick Chopin for enabling her and her son to endure their years in the concentration camp at Terezin in Czechoslovakia.  As an accomplished musician, Ms. Herz-Sommer was invited to perform with the camp's orchestra, making music that, as she recalls, lifted everyone's heart, helping them stay alive.  Even her guards fell under the spell of her music.
     So is music to the human being.  To make melody, to sing songs, to listen to both:  these are the joy of billions of people around the world.  Music moves us as nothing else can.
     Psalm 19 says that the heavens are telling of the glory of God, that day and night, the heavens are speaking to us of the presence and wonder of God.  The creation is constantly singing of its creator, constantly infusing the universe with the fact of his presence.  When we do or hear music, when we tap into the musical rhythms of existence, we step into the heart of what is really true.  We touch the foundation of the cosmos, the active and continuous note of the loving movement of God. 
     If the world didn't sing, neither would we.