I cannot play the ukulele. I'm sure that I could learn if I tried, but I have no musical creativity. I learned enough bass guitar to know that. I enjoy playing, but I have no passion or inspiration to bring to it. I let it go. I know I have limits.
I know I should broaden my horizons, and the universe is limitless, and yet; playing music never once filled me with glee. I like to sing but lack training. I possess the keen knowledge that what I really have is an appalling lack of rhythm.
I am okay with that. I am content that others make the music. I can feel music lift me, soothe me, make me flame and make me weep. Some of those songs are yours.
I find my passion in many other things. Mostly food, some geekery; lots of crafting. I'll post that here. Not only the successes. That wouldn't be the truth. And shouldn't your song be about truth? About all of you, not only the socially acceptable bits?
Your ukulele song inspired me and broke my heart and made me cry and gave me hope. So I wanted to give you something back. Amanda, friend I'll never meet, this whole thing, this is my song for you.
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