You and I go way back.
As far as I can remember, you’ve been there right smack-dab next to me.
On my first day of school, you were there to cheer me up when I was just a scared and timid little boy.
As the summertime breeze blew through that window of that old station wagon my mother drove, you were there filling the air with your words, your melodies.
It was you that soothed my soul as I sat and watched a frail 50-year-old man become one with the earth and make his peace with god.
You were the shoulder I cried on when the 17-year-old version of myself was convinced he would never love again.
It was your touch, your lyric that kept that 10-year-old boy and 8-year-old girl safe and happy as they waited patiently for their mother to return home from diligently working triple shift after triple shift to provide for her own.
It was you that stood by me as I watched my own two children come into this world.
It was your skill, your precision that all but single-handedly pulled me out of that hospital bed a year ago.
Never wavering, you’ve stood by my side through the toughest of times.
You have always been that light at the end of the tunnel.
You have always been the life of every party.
Always a conundrum and forever a walking, talking contradiction, you were always the most popular, yet one of the most nomadic of outcasts.
I’ve cursed you. I’ve praised you. I’ve loved you. And I’ve hated you.
I’ve abandoned you for months on end, but that never once bothered you or made you feel anything less for me.
You can bring me to tears with a single word. You and only you can put a smile on my face and change my whole outlook on life.
Our love affair has been passionate to say the least. But one thing is for certain. I will always have you and you will always have me. I couldn’t get rid of you if I tried. You wouldn’t let me. And for that, I will always be thankful.
So, take a bow. You deserve all the recognition you can get.
Thank you for always being there, Music. Without you, I wouldn’t have made it this far.