last night, after the girls had been hugged and kissed and tucked into bed, brett and i were hanging out. suddenly, i began to hear very faint music. now, i spend most of my waking hours hearing music in my head. but, this was different. this music was coming from somewhere.
i asked brett if he heard the music. he did. he assumed that one of the girls had turned on their cd player to listen to music as they were falling asleep. i walked over to the bottom of the stairs and listened intently. no, the music wasn’t coming from up there. i walked to our screen door and pressed my ear against it. yes, maybe. i think the the music is coming from outside. i announced my intention to seek out the source of the sounds; and i stepped outside into the refreshing night air.
i followed my ears, the music becoming louder as i crossed the street towards my neighbor, jane’s house. i could make out the voice of a woman singing accompanied by quiet instruments. it was a beautiful singing voice, like an angel. tears formed in the corner of my eyes – my heart was touched.
i still couldn’t tell who the singer was, what the song was or where it was coming from, until i came closer to jane’s house. all her lights were on. her windows were wide open. she was listening to a recording of a song i hadn’t heard since i was a small child. the song reminds me of my dad. the music was spilling out the open windows. so, i took it in. i crouched in her yard, next to a bush. i listened and i breathed. i savored it.
this was the song:
this song – sung so soulfully by judy collins – is from a sondheim musical called “a little night music.” the song is from 1973, the year of my birth. my dad has always played judy collins music. he loves her voice.
as i continued to listen, i began to think about jane and about what she might be feeling to cause her to turn up the volume on this melancholy song on a late tuesday night. i sent her thoughts of loving kindness. i began to think about my dad. i sent him thoughts of loving kindness. i thought about myself. i wondered if it would all turn out ok. i sent myself thoughts of loving kindness.
the song was over. at that moment, i felt grateful…..and magical – like i was supposed to hear that song. jane played it loudly so she could hear it. so i could hear it. so anyone who happened to be walking by could hear it. and all of our hearts would be touched.