Well... Here I return to music.
It was a long day from shopping, cleaning, cooking, organizing, biking, browsing, and more of some of those things several times over - and then suddenly there was this guitarist in my house.
It was as though an angel was singing to me while I cleaned and made attempts to be productive. The strings plucked so delicately and in perfect beauty washing over my soul. I was moved. Not only was I moved to tears, but I nearly started bawling - something I don't do often, and certainly not when I'm feeling happy.
I made my escape before anybody could see tears and turned on some different music in my car, but the music from the house lingered in my mind.
Upon returning home it was still going, and the boy was still sitting there playing his guitar in the most fantastic way.
Truly... one of the more impacting musical moments of my life. I still feel moved. Good music is to be cherished and embraced, and that is what I will do.
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