To Flow

Things don't always happen the way you want them to.
When they do, it can be as life being given form and function, a soul of energy where there was simply no contemplation of it before.

I hadn't touched my bebe, really carressed her in so long. When i lay my hands on her today,her smooth brown surfaces- she glistened demurely without making a noise at first- it was as if it was a reunion after months of absence. I sat there just looking, imagining how our music would sound if i played her right, if I let myself be pulled along by her. I imagined the things we could do together, what we could produce.

I was not to be dissapointed.
Mistakes, surely.
But while they served to bring us crashing down to reason again, it was a reminder that we were real, and that it wasn't simply an illusion of being we had tied ourselves to.

I'll have to leave her in a few weeks, resigned to drumming impatiently on wooden boards and soulless surfaces, knowing that we will meet again. Counting down the hours, but savouring them at the same time for I will know that it will all be worth it.

My Weinburg.