My soul held the music, and we were one.
There is no other way to describe it but that heaven exists on earth, and for several moments, I was there.
There is a beautiful tender song from Aladdin, where Aladdin sings about being ‘just a poor boy,’ unwanted and unloved.
When I was a child, this scene broke me in two.
It still does because it speaks to a place deep within.
A place that’s says:
Oh, my goodness, I see you.
Now, as I listen to the song there is a new sort of beauty to its lyrical tenderness.
I feel the music, it tells the story as deeply as the words.
It is as if the music itself is conscious.
It is as if the music itself cares.
The way it swells with empathy. The way it rises and falls and twists with aching.
It is heaven on earth.
And I am here, with beautiful music.
And the beautiful love it sings to me.