An Eighth Note Away from Home

Do you ever hear songs so beautiful they make you cry? Like someone just spilled out the contents of their heart, like perfume, onto staff paper, and waved it through the air...I had forgotten the emotional rhythms that a song could evoke - rhythms pounding not so deeply within the shell of everyday life - shell so fragile that good reverb could just up and chip it away.

I am pausing a movie right now to capture this thought, because it is very seldom that a movie can stir...really stir. I'm inspired to write, to play, to think - but mostly, to feel. And I'm saying that's a good thing.