For the past two months I have experienced the joy of Music like I hadn’t before. As an artist, I have always valued her sweet presence, guiding my hand and keeping my mind steady through every painting. The times when I would have scrapped everything all together she comforted me with her melodies. It is Music who understood my deepest concerns and it is Music who gave me direction with every brush stroke. With her nurturing whispers I have praised God, with her boldness I have faced fears and with her humility I have seen how close to the floor I truly am.
These last days are special. I have gazed into her emerald eyes, smiled with her, even sympathized. I hum her name in the silent moments when I drive. She smiles and laughs. Her ruby hair flows in the wind as we dance in the concrete desert of a mute world. Eyes closed, time drifts like a mist into the evening. The rain brings a pleasant chill in this dry planet of mine. Loneliness is washed away. On this night there is joy, a la mode.
She says my name and all darkness is gone. She is light. She is Clear, she is Bright.
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