Channel

Some relationships never let you go.

In a past life (my first life), I was caught in such a spectrum of heartfelt emotions, much too soon to understand the significance of the thrall. It was heady at times, and frustrating, and in many ways abusive and dysfunctional.

I grew, I learned, I was humbled.

A musician understands the pain and the beauty of channeling a voice borne from wood and rosin. In the awkward stages of schooling, there is little but tears, anger, and questions of self-worth. But there is something so beautiful just out of reach, a token you try so hard to grasp. The reward that you experience in fleeting glimpses - that is worth the fight.

When it's right, it's so right. Music is more than vibrations in the air. It is a physical expression of one's soul. It is a strange sister to singing and to dance, and the attainment of uniting the inside and outside of one's perception is the most difficult aspiration.

I might never get that back, but I am the wiser for having known it.