between verse & note

An unexpected Christmas gift, mentioned once in passing –

a little wish, so long in coming, I’d forgotten wanting it.

“the Valley” by Eisley

plays constantly these days,

as I get ready in the morning, while I read, and even whispering when I wake in the morning

Their lyrics this time around are full of lilting heartbreak, gasping pain, but also {beautifully so} threaded with strength and hope

I love the assurance to be found in music –

the knowledge woven between verse and note:

you are not the first to be where you are now
you are not alone

 
{Eisley ----> here}