“Mother, mother, there’s too many of you crying, Brother, brother, brother, there’s far too many of you dying.” Marvin Gaye — There are times when I become so overwhelmed that I can’t speak in rational, linear sentences. Music rescues me. It starts in whispered lyrics, building into near weeping or screaming. It is like a fly in my eyes. Something that won’t leave me alone. Music provides the emotion. It builds…
