Concert

My friend had a concert tonight. We sat in a small dark room packed with all his friends. A room that grew hotter as the night progressed, but not unbearably so. It was all worth it because from the first note to the last chord they played some beautiful music. I guess you could describe it as indie/folk. It's easy listening, the kind with strange but haunting lyrics. I found myself melancholic, thinking about my life and what it all meant. I had a desire to pray for him to cover them. To pray that as they continue to grow in their talents that it would be just as good, but still humble not getting too high minded. Then I began to think who would be best suited to love a musician. Wouldn't it be someone like-minded someone who knew and understood their driving passion. Maybe not another lead singer, but someone who could come along side and sing harmony and know how to edit the other without destroying their sensitive hearts. I wondered about my own relationship, the most important one. Do I love God like that? How can I be so wrapped up in him like that? Can I still learn about music? About life and love?

I guess it was a good concert ,right? When it moves you, when it makes you stop and think, when it makes you want to buy it and listen to it over and over again. It was good, but now I'm sad and tired and left a little empty.