JML

I sat there and I watched you play.
The sun was setting and the dimly lit room cast shadows across your structured face.
You were warm, and your presence was comforting.
Your voice, vibrant, but soft.
It lit up my eyes, and I saw.
I saw what I thought was so hard to accept before.
I know you belong there. It's where you want to be.
I watch your hand shift, your fingers quick and strong.
The music you create is foreign to my soul.
I wonder. Then I think. And then I hold back tears.
You're a musician, more than I thought.
Go.
That university is where you should take yourself to, because you're in love.
It's the music you make that you close your eyes to.
It completes you.
And who you are, completely, is absolutely wonderful.
You play notes and chords and melodies and it flows out of you.
It just pours, because it's internal, and it comes from within you.
Your mind is so beautiful. 
Don't let humans, or emotions, or temporary situations keep you from doing what you desire.
It is wholly a sobering thought.
I am not sad.
I am finding peace, and I am trying, from every corner and hiding place that is a part of me.
Let nothing hold you back from discovering your world.
Make it what you want, and don't apologize.
You are a flame, lit and ready to sweep the forest out from the roots it gives birth to.
Take off and lead your dream.


I sat there and I watched you play.
I held back tears because I saw what I thought was so hard to accept before.
Go.