A Hymn to Songs
To write about songs might require a true connoisseur of songs; even, as some may argue, an amateur would not be eligible enough to dare such an expedition. This conception about critiquing songs, conservative may it seems, is hardly deniable. Because the influence of songs in the course of human history and above all on human psyche is immense and powerful. What the writer is attempting here is to sing a song about songs which perhaps does not demand any masterly knowledge.
It would be unjust to talk about an art before paying tribute to its artist. Among the branches of art singing is probably the most self satisfying on the part of its artist, the singer, because it gives, no doubt, a sense of real achievement to its creator. Even though the lyricist and the musician make the vehicle, it is the singer who drives skillfully to the path of melody and creates the miracle, leaving the audience mesmerized. This vehicle metaphor describing songs may seem to be little awkward to some people as vehicles has some sort of connotation sounds like machine or lifelessness comparing with the purity and aesthetics of songs which is as alive as any being. My intention, however, is not to desecrate the sacred aspect of songs rather to wonder how excellent dexterity a maestro shows to make his song unforgettable. The skill of a singer is in no way different from that of a driver’s. Through road of symphony and melody goes the singer.
Paintings, sculptures or other artifacts all of these propagate themselves in a mute way. They depend passively on their admirer to be admired or criticized. But an excellent song speaks, urges for immediate reaction from the listener who is captivated by the melodious bar of the song and is set free only when he expresses his feelings about it. And this is probably the reason we say “wow” immediately after the song is