Maybe this is a character sketch of someone I know. Maybe this is a character sketch of someone I've haven't met yet.
Music is in his every movement. He walks in 4/4 time; breathes out melodies. There was never a time when music wasn't in his soul; it was always there, even from the beginning. He's passionate, wild but with restraint. He is confident, because he knows himself. His steps are sure, and he walks in the way of the Lord. But the music is still in him, making him powerful, and a little unpredictable.
When he doesn't know what to do, he sings. On the bad days, he pushes the melodies out of his soul without words. Expression is his outlet, how he makes sense of the world. Some might call that weakness. I call that beauty.