Pulling At The Heart Strings

Pulling At The Heart Strings.

A magical happening, which Art in all its various forms can achieve. What a wonderful thing to be able to do. What a gift that is. What a privilege.

Just a song, a film, a picture, a documentary, a sculpture, a mime … reaching out to the heart of someone who may well be a complete stranger. Perhaps even helping them to heal. Or to grieve. Or to process. I’m thinking of sadder songs now.

Simply to help us feel something, when those feelings have been pushed down while we try to get on with the job of living. Of getting by.

And those feelings don’t have to be a massively advertised event, shouted, or cried out for everybody to notice. Even if we’re in an age where thankfully we aren’t hiding them away as much.

A feeling can simply be a quiet harmony to the song that you just sang.

If you’re feeling it, somebody else is.

Even if you never hear the tune that their heart is playing.