Retrospective
She ran her fingers along the spines until she found it, then slipped it into the machine, cueing it into the track and watching the seconds tick by as it played...And the heaven's open every time she smiles
And when I come to her that's where I belong
Yet I'm running to her like a rivers song
Like all the greatest albums this one renewed itself over and over again with each new era of her life. She had once made love to this song with a man who turned out to be less important than she had first thought.
But the song itself had grown and grown inside of her, until she knew every melody and note of it - they way the arrangement got looser and looser, like two bodies who couldn't get enough of each other, the sense of intoxication growing through each musical phrase.
Maybe that was the point about love. You never knew where you would find it. Which was going to last and which would fade away. That was why you had to keep trying.
And, in the spaces between, all you could do was keep on listening.
December 18, 2003