Hallelujah

1:16 p.m. Outside weeding. Beautiful day outside - picture perfect. From the radio in the garage, Hallelujah, on this, the 10 year anniversay of Jeff Buckley's death. I, overcome as always when I hear it, turn up the radio really, really loud, lay down in the grass and let the sunshine, voice, guitar pour over me and cry. A cry for the poem, for the man, for the loss, for the beauty, for what could have been, for what we are so lucky to have, for that note that he holds for-ev-er...for life, fate and everything else, it seemed.

The hope I hold for my children is that music touches them. That they feel, experience and are affected and overwhelmed by a song, a note, a voice, a lyric. That they get that sensation each and every time they hear it, no matter how many times that might be or how many decades may have slipped by since they heard it for the first time.