Each person whoever was or is or will be has a song. It isn’t a song that anybody else wrote. It has its own melody, it has its own words. Very few people get to sing their own song. Most of us fear that we cannot do it justice with our voices, or that our words are too foolish or too honest, or too odd. So people live their songs instead.
The important thing about songs is that they’re just like stories. They don’t mean a damn unless there’s people listenin’ to them.
People take on the shapes of the songs and the stories that surround them, especially if they don’t have their own song.
Life was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it’s in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile.