We’ve fallen into this long distance ritual, and she honestly encourages me.
On Friday or Saturday,I play for her.
I twiddle knobs and link chords, search melodies..
And we do this for one hour.
She does art while listening to me in headphones, stereo of course…
And before we even speak to each other, we’re already connected.
She actually wants to listen,to hang out and see me try..
And it’s real.
Not an ego buff, I have a good eye for liars…
It’s the sweetest thing.
So much of what I’ve been missing.. because who cares?
Why play?
Why wrap those fingers around a guitar neck?
Why tap those piano chords?
Why try?
Ideally I’d say “play for yourself”
But that might be a cop out, an excuse to not be any good..
But when I get there and I feel it, she’s there with me.
And it means so much to me.
It means so much to have someone just listen.
The greatest compliment you could ever pay someone
(I hear you)
To hear.
To open thy earholes.
To be receptive and attentive.
It humbles me , every time.
And it’s a real connection.
And she does fantastic art at the same time.
We’re in it together and my spirit gets a major boner 👍
It means so much 💓
dawn 