I let the music speak

Saturday afternoon I broke down and sobbed for the first time in a long time. And then I got up and played my heart out on the piano. The trigger was the awful events that had been playing out in Lebanon for a month. The brutalities left me feeling gutted and devastated.

Music takes me on untold journeys through unchartered territories. Sometimes, I let the music speak. ABBA says it best:

Let it be a tear
let it be a sigh
coming from a heart
speaking to a heart
let it be a cry

Let it be the joy
of each new sunrise
or the moment
when a day dies
I surrender without reservation
no explanations
no questions why
I take it to me
and let it flow through me
yes, I let the music speak
I let the music speak