Because I needed to remember a particular tune, I went and found the guitar.
It's been played maybe a few dozen times over the last few years, but hardly at all over the last few months, so I was pleased that I could remember where the notes were.
That was when I remembered that the music is in my head, not my fingers or even my voice.
Don't put that guitar away! Keep going, going back, going forward.
ReplyDeleteI imagine the guitar brought the memory of the tune, whatever it was, right back.
It's sitting on the armchair right now, Richard. Not that Tim has played it more than a couple of times since this post...
ReplyDeleteAnd for my dear brother, who left us yesterday, the music was and always will be within his head. And those of us who had the privilege of sometimes hearing it as well, and who have known and love him, have had their lives enhanced through his being here. Cheers, Tim.
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