Saturday 29 May 2021

Letters to Beckett - 3

Dear Beckett,

There are few things I pray for.

I pray that you find your voice. As early as you can. And keep it with you. Always.

I pray that you write your song. In your words. In your meter.

I pray that you sing it. With your heart. Loud, soft, and silently - in your head. And I pray it sings back to you.

I pray that you play with your notes. Find new ones, change few words, miss a few of them, let them meander.

I pray that Music always finds you. By design. Serendipitously. And everything in between.  
 

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