When I hear of violence far away, I all too easily ignore it as it does not immediately seem to threaten me, nor those I love. Besides, what can I do? What difference would my tiny protest make? Surely none.
A life harmed, harms me. The harm may not be clear, but when I turn away, when I am silent to those harmed, when I face no risk to voice my view, I fail. My failure to feel lessens me, weakens me.
When I care, I give a little of myself. Giving, even a solitary thought for another, strengthens me.
I am given something precious. It has no scent. It is not something I can touch, taste, hear nor see. It cannot be planned. It is beyond price, ephemeral. Music is the kindle of this gift.
I am present at a moment of deep feeling, of gentle yet overwhelming force. A moment of sadness, comfort, and love. Before long composure returns and distance returns.
Another's experience becomes respected, treasured, despite the smallness of its time.
A short orchestral piece supports The Right to Love.
Music makes me feel, at times it reaches those most tender places of the heart.
Love has no reason save itself.
Save: other than, but, except. To keep safe or rescue from harm or danger. To store for future use.
William Shakespeare
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Think This Today is the creation of Mike de Sousa, an artist, writer, and composer.