Drifts of love

 

I seldom listen to music anymore, but last night I listened to some that touched my heart deeply. 

For as long as I can remember hearing music, some of it has affected me profoundly.

It is as if my soul is tuned to these sounds and they make me ache for something I do not understand.

Listening to them brings up memories I do not have; of times I cannot remember, but still feel very deeply.

If there was a case for reincarnation in my life it would have to be this music.

Some people find music makes them feel romantic, or patriotic. It makes me long for what I cannot quite put my finger on.

When I first begin listening it feels good -- like coming home, but soon it turns into a homesickness that is almost unbearable.

Of course I love the music made by the people I love, Jim, Bobby, Corra, Andy and John. But that is music of the heart. It is endearing and lovely and something I never tire of. 

But the music I heard tonight is old. Older than I am. Older than my dreams. With it come drifts of love deeper than life itself, almost too painful to listen to.