I never know when or how a song is going to end. I do know it has a way of bending. the end of the beginning bends to the beginning of the end.
it’s something that eludes formula and analysis.
I can’t tell you how many times I have sung “loss,” and how often it was “love” that was hiding unconsciously in my heart. how many times I thought I was at the end, only to find another beginning.
so I never know … and I don’t need to worry about knowing. as long as I’m curious, and I wonder, I know all that I need to know.

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