Friday, June 11, 2010

An open letter to music

Dear Music,

I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I didn't know how you'd be there for me all the time. I didn't know how you'd permeate every bit of my life. How I'd hear a simple cello line in a song and wonder, "Could that have been me?" I didn't know how I'd relish spending my precious little free time transforming you from a piano/vocal score, fleshing you out into a four part concoction for the girls to play. I didn't know I'd get to the point where I panic if my cello isn't prominent in the rear view mirror, thinking I forgot it on the way to a gig. I didn't know how you would give me goosebumps to play gentle lines, being part of something bigger than myself. I didn't know that you would fill me the way you do and be missed when you're not there. Would I not love you as much if you were my profession? Would I feel you as a weight on me instead of a joy? I don't know. Was I simply scared of failing you in not pursuing you? I don't know what the future holds for us, but I promise to keep you as close as you are now. I promise to do the best I can.



Emily said...

Great letter! Hopefully you can continue to enjoy playing your cello regardless of which path you choose to take in the future! Good luck! :)

Curly Glamour Girlie said...

Emily, I apologize for not responding to your very kind comment sooner - much thanks for the positive vibes!

Kerry McKibbins said...

Hey, I need an update. Get a move on!

Jay said...

Is that what you're doing right this minute? Too busy playing to even say hello?

Curly Glamour Girlie said...

Kerry - Let's see....crazy at work, small child at home, playing every weekend...I have plenty of time to blog!

Jay - I know, I know. I suck. I've been thinking about you and sending the good vibes north to you.