Whispers of music

Inexplicable tears have been frequently streaming down my face in recent weeks when certain songs are played.  With my parents’ favorite albums now cycling through my ipod, I’ve thought some of these tears come simply from childhood nostalgia.  Perhaps.  But maybe there’s something deeper too.  It’s only after I find myself mysteriously crying that I slow down to pay attention to what the song is saying.  When I paused to really listen to this one, I was struck at how poignantly it captures the portrait of a mystic.  As the song speaks for itself, I’ll let the Beatles be my voice for this blog . . .