"A Listening Ellen"
The music rises, then it falls. Percussion stomps its way into importance, then is somehow no longer there...? Tempos come and go. Various crescendos and decrescendos seem important to the overall mood of course, but it's that one particular chord change that always moves me to tears. It's bigger than me. It's bigger than her. It's bigger than both of us and most of our friends put together.
Maybe that's the lesson. Every one of us is lacking. I'm not good enough. She's not good enough. The best any of us will ever hope for is just to have somebody around who is sweet with us and helps us get better. I'm never gonna have her gifts, and she's never gonna have mine, but maybe we can both be there for each other.
Tonight, that feels like enough.