It’s been said that love is the universal language, but I’ve endured moments of solitude — with love nowhere on the horizon — when a song set my heart afire.
Dismantling cultural barriers, music both unifies and liberates. Listeners may sway shoulder-to-shoulder to an identical tune, yet enjoy entirely different interpretations of how the lyrics punctuate their life stories.
I can be anywhere in the world when a familiar melody draws me so swiftly inside, I merely close my eyes and savor the nostalgia as I savor a trip down memory lane.
Who was I then?
What were my dreams and worries?
What composed my happiness and sorrows?
How did I arrive where I am today?
Could I have ever predicted it back then?
The timeless universality of a harmony stays fresh in ways that past loves cannot.
A captivating refrain.
A brief journey backward.
And I’m in the present once again, with a fleeting melancholy for those souls whose paths I was fortunate enough to cross — if only briefly.