being capable and able

Sometimes, one sits down
and a piece of music one does capture.
The tones so soft so mellow,
a nostalgia begins to well. There be no understanding why.
it touches something within...a long lost memory....a recall of something maybe not even experienced in ones own lifetime.
Thousand and thousands of years of floating emotions in this vast Universe of ours.
The sweet pang of lovers, acquaintances...friends. Strangers met, bumped into...passers by.
Family.
A quietness of emotion. A certainty of emotion. Even the confusion understood. Alien...needed to be absorbed, felt.
That courage, to be brave and give into the unease of joyous beautiful melancholy.
What a vastness of possibilities when allowing oneself the discretion to delve into the real. A freedom of thought...the capability of experiencing what humans know best to do....feel.
Like a newborn the grasping, the will to hold on to that beauty...and then the notes end...and a sigh escapes.
How beautiful it is to be human.
How beautiful it is to allow oneself that escape once in a while, to ponder on all things we smother with trivialities and the materialistic needs we chase to survive.

RB.