Infatuation is described as an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone. Love? Love on the other hand is limitless. Unfortunately we cannot control how or when either happen. In my heart, I believe you know love. You feel love. You believe in that person, you trust in every part of them, regardless of the degree to which you love them. You want the best for them. You hurt when they do. You laugh when they do. You become emotionally involved. Most of that emotion & feeling is missing within the fury and excitement of infatuation. Love is a beautifully heart breaking part of life. When you fall it’s an amazing feeling, when your heart is broken its a shitty moment. Remember that. Remember how you felt during your highest of highs. Never forget how you truly believed the world was ending the first time your heart broke.
I’ve talked about the piano before. I talked about the keys and how they wait for hands to create magic with them. And today hands and keys meet. I love to watch the hands move across the keys, music flowing as the hands flow. I sit there and watch fingers press, move, up, down, glide across, with power, now with softness, lightly, then strongly, quicker and quicker, and then slow, very slow. All the while notes coming out of the piano and I receive them and music is created and the experience can be incredible. Because music is more than just a tune heard. It’s more than just sound from the radio. It’s pure and raw emotion flowing from hands to instrument and flying out, transmitting all of that emotion and power and feeling to the person listening. It’s communication. It’s passion and pain and love and joy and ecstasy and it can hit you like a hammer or caress you like soft hands and it’s amazingly wonderful and these words can barely describe it. Because music is heard and felt and seen. It’s experienced. It’s lived.