I'm only just beginning to understand what hit me. I'm referring to the last sixty eight years which have flown by while I was distracted with the bright lights and loud noises.
None of it matters but the love. I've wasted so very much time on guilt, anger, greed, vanity, jealousy and ambition. Pure art is pure love. It has taken me this much time on the planet to recognize that true beauty comes from honest devotion.
Suddenly I'm aware of just where those beautiful melodies hide, the ones to melt the stars. All I have to do is to remember to smile. Love tags along.