I may or may not have saved a life today. Who knows. She's a 12 yr old suicidal kid. If it's even possible for a 12 yr old to really mean to kill herself, I don't know. But I just may have helped her, poor thing. That's what I'm hoping anyway. ~~~ elbow. what a beautiful sound to my ears. Nobody understands how deeply they've affected me. I don't even understand how deeply. I can't understand how music can reach deep inside of someone's thistle-carpeted soul and pull out honeysuckles. And not only pull them out but also plant them so they drip bittersweet memories out of the person's eyes and lips and fingertips. I can't understand, but I know it happens. And that's why I'm having trouble writing this feature article on music's affect on emotions. It's far too deep for me to fathom. It's somewhat like my relationship with God in that way.

Her melancholy was like a darkness in her; but when she thought of him it seemed that through the darkness a forked lightning ran. ~Mervyn Peake