Of late, I have found myself pondering various people I have known. Those with whom I lost touch; whose memory is still etched ever so clearly on my mind. Those who spring to mind as brightly as they first shone, even if only briefly, in my life. I also found myself pondering multiple people who I may not know personally, but wish to desperately.
The common thread I find between nearly all the people flitting across my brain, is music. The musicians I knew, I felt bonded with, even when conversation was a rarity. And the artists I have yet to meet, still hold string to my heart.
I think we write music because we want to reach people even when we may never share a prosaic exchange with them. And I feel it's the true musicians, those who write with their heart and soul just as much as their brain, who truly succeed. Musicians can become best friends and lovers, confidants and co-conspirators, heart-wrenchingly close even when they are far away. All without ever laying eyes on you, or breathing so much as a word your way.
What greater power is there?
I have been told on rare occasions that my music has spoken to people. As unassumingly as I wrote the songs themselves, I thank those who compliment me. But there is always a part of me that hopes more supportive words will come. That out of the woodwork will come more souls I've touched. Because I am a musician at heart, and I want to know I'm holding peoples' heartstrings just as much as they are holding mine.
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