It's no secret, but
action. We can't always
help the way music
makes us feel, but
we could also add
an instrument of
our own making, just
being in the room,
or under the stars.
Whoever the
conductor is, he
or she seems to believe
we've got it in
us to arrive at
that precise moment
called for by the
notes that have gone before.
Still it seems we've
all heard that song somewhere
in our astral
travels through the many
dreams we've had along
the way, sang it to
ourselves maybe? Why
is everything so
endlessly, naturally
heart rending
in the end any
way? It's no secret,
but everybody
must choose, hide your heart
or open to love.