Ode to a life of music:
This is goodbye. I have loved you my whole life. I learned your deepest secrets, desires, inhibitions, and passions. I gave myself wholly unto your embrace and you embraced me. But it is time to let go. I will always think of you when I strum a chord or hum a melody, but the life I hoped we would have together is no more. An unbearable pain is all that surrounded me when I reached out to you, so likewise, it is in unbearable pain I let you go. For twelve long years, we have spoken proudly of our love for one another in the presence of others, but it has amounted to naught. It hurts too much. I have been driven to teaching others about you when I do not even believe in your power to heal anymore. I ask: why teach what you do not believe? I have been told that when you turn thirty, no one wants to look at you perform. I ask: why perform when no one wants to see you? To play or write anything that does not boldly proclaim the name of Christ is sinful and wrong. So I ask: why blaspheme? There are no easy answers and all I know is that it hurts too much. I let you go, I let you go, I let you go. Maybe we will love again in some other life.
-Andy the boy
