The resonance and the lingering. The moments that held onto themselves before others came up and made their own space in the intangible dimensions we can just really feel. That is what drew me in when I first heard an acoustic guitar play all those years back. And all these years later, it still captivates me in the same way, every single time.

The way a chord lingers in the air in an early start of a melody, as if willing time to pause the moment there and then,so that our souls can really see, in the infinitely small fraction of second that it lives it’s entire life, smiling through, the promise so believable that it is not done yet, that it will come back to steal our breath away sooner that we might comprehend is a beauty that I will always revere, always adore.

Holding on to it, this very moment. With love.