Because music. What even is it? Is it the notes, the sound of acoustic strings, the words being sung, the sound of voices in harmony? Somehow the combination of these things connect humans to each other in feeling related to each other. Somehow.
My story today involves my mother. When I visit her these days she is mostly quite far from me in her mind. She is happy to see me, which I am so thankful for, but our conversations don't contain much substance most of the time.
Yesterday David and I took instruments with us to play a song with my mum when we visited. I was hoping she might want to get out her fiddle. She didn't, but she did love the couple of selections we played and she tapped along. Interestingly, after we played a couple, the conversation became more meaningful and relevant than it had prior. She was more animated and she remembered things I wasn't sure she did anymore. It was a small change, but it felt mighty and I was so glad we did it.
Leaving the home, we were accosted by some folks sitting outside enjoying the day. They implored us for a tune. It felt strange to just open up instruments in the middle of Shannex in Dartmouth, but that's what we did. And they loved it. We played the old favourite that every human grows up knowing "You are My Sunshine" and for a moment, there was a connection between all of us as we tapped into our own memories of old and shared the present moment. It really was just a moment. But what a lovely one. It felt like the whole day just got brighter and warmer. Just a little song, but in the sharing and maybe the spontaneity of it, it became something a little bit more.
I like you music. I don't really know how you do it and I might stop trying to deconstruct the parts.