Music without a lesson

We have learned to use everything. A walk becomes steps. A sunset becomes content. A song becomes a mood to fix. That’s a thin way to live.

Put the music on and don’t ask it to heal you. Let it be a wave. Let it break and go back out. The boat on the horizon isn’t teaching a class. It’s crossing light.

Passion can be this simple: one true song in a kitchen, no speech after. You humming. The day softening because something beautiful was allowed to be useless.

If tears come, they can come. If none come, that’s fine too. You weren’t failing the song.