Let the music never die in me
“Mum, why does some music make me cry?” I was sitting at the kitchen table fumbling with my algebra homework which, granted, was enough to make me weep. The radio was on and I can’t recall the song playing, but the arrangement of strings, saxophone, drums, chords, and lyrics opened a cavern of sweet pain in my chest, an ache that made me put my hand close to my heart because I fully expected its beat to match the song.
The opportunity to play a musical instrument was not available to me growing up, so it was in middle age that I began taking harp lessons. I’ve always loved the harp, an instrument that sounds lovely even if you’re a fumbling beginner. It’s been a steep learning curve, so I’m now even more in awe of those who followed the call to music from an early age, a time when they found their vocal chords or
