tuning

It's like the top of my head lifts open a little, while at the same time my heart develops a fissure small enough to not kill me, but big enough to let something in.

I sit here listening to the high school chamber orchestra play Handel's Overture to The Messiah and Peter Warlock's Capriol Suite and I start thinking of letters I need to write and contacts I need to make.

This is what music does for me.  It opens pathways and helps me to tune myself. Sometimes those little pegs in me that hold my strings need a crank or two. 

2 comments

Lesa | January 26, 2015 at 12:01 PM

I love how you craft your words. You are a beautiful writer!

Welcome to the Garden of Egan | February 18, 2015 at 8:05 PM

Handsome young man right there!