Music and the Bride Stripped Bare
All this week at Jamie's school, they are having caroling sessions in the gym to start off the day. I have agreed to be the accompanist.
Yesterday morning when I walked into the gym, one of the teachers was playing guitar. I could tell right away that he's very musical and my stomach did that funny little flip flop that it always does when I hear a man playing a musical instrument with an open heart. I'm not sure why it has this effect on me - it has for as long as I can remember. If a guy wanted me to fall for him, he only needed to play or sing for me. It was like I could see into his heart when he was playing, and having seen, I couldn't turn away from the intimacy.
Music is such a wondrous thing. I think what really gets me is the courage it takes to share it, since to share music is to be willing to be cut to the bone - the bride stripped bare. I am in awe of people who have exceptional talent. But even if someone isn't a good musician, if they're in the right zone they can create that moment of magic that makes me ache.
Someone told me recently that his wife doesn't like listening to music. That boggles my mind - to me that's like saying she doesn't like to breathe.
Please forgive me for these ramblings. I am in a very strange head space this morning.
6:21:41 AM 
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