The only constant in my life that’s never been a disappointment is music. I’m fluent in the language, and have been blessed with the ability to express what words cannot through the piano, trumpet and most recently the ukulele.
I’ve experienced dialogues with fellow musicians, skilled in maintaining the delicate balance that exists within an orchestra, pushing and pulling within the circle to achieve the status quo. On the other end of the spectrum lies my late night back porch sessions with players holding only a crude understanding of the fundamentals, yet fueled by true passion.
I, myself, prefer monologues. This is not to say that I do not enjoy playing with fellow artists; I just look for those who speak the same dialect of music is all. But however I get to experience this magnificent wonder of life, I sure am lucky.
Makes me want to skip work today to play my ukulele…