to the heart, who got what it wanted

A note to the musicians who have moved me with their magic, the artists who have taken the time to sing for me: Thank you. You have taken the words out of my mouth, served them so well; sung them for me

Thank you. You don’t know me, but I have the honour of knowing you.

You have made sense of things. And as I create with more care and tenderness, may it be a soft landing where I leap.

A letter to the heart,

Who got what it wanted.

Hey you,

If you are asking; yes, it still hurts. Every goodbye, every ending. You still feel it deeply. But don’t worry, you have perfected that introduction you were working on and were so nervous about. Let the anxious one in you be reassured, you hold yourself better now.

You hold yourself well.

You hold yourself.

And that is important. But every time you love something, you eventually have to let it go. And we know that deeply now. Because even after all this knowledge we have discovered, and after all the lessons we have learned, you will still, with your curious heart, look for what more is out there and what it all means for inside. It is just your nature. Accept it as soon as you can; but do not hurry, for everything changes but some things never change:

You house the free spirit. Let it be wild.