When did the song begin? I don’t really know…until after it had been playing for awhile. Then, one day, I realized…this is my song.
The music rose and fell, the tempo followed life… It was beautiful, mesmerizing, and the notes were put together in such a way that they touched my heart like nothing ever had before. What a joy!
The music slowed. The last chorus was sung, the bridge had been played, and the sound faded. Just pops and cracks from the dust in the grooves of the vinyl were all that was heard as the record revolved on the table. The song ended.
Each phrase, note, and bar echoed in my mind. A sadness settled in. Moments ago, I listened, enjoyed, and felt it’s powerful influence in my person…then quiet. Deafening quiet. The absence of my song was all I heard.
Somewhere, it’s hard to determine exactly from where it came, a simple chord started to play. An exciting, different, and delicate set of notes began drifting across my life. What am I hearing? What sound has broken the silence of my heart?
When did the song begin? I don’t really know…until after it had been playing for awhile. Then, one day, I realized…this was also my song.