Sometimes, one part of a song really, really digs deep into who you are.

If you’re lucky, the whole song can send you into transcendence.

But usually, for me, only one line of an occasional song moves me.

Actually, it’s the combination of the words and music that get me:  Poetry is great, music is wonderful, but if you put the right words and music together, they add up to more than the sum of their parts.  Music and lyrics together can change a mood, a moment, the world.

I sometimes wonder about the people who make the music.  Do they have a favorite part too?  And, if so, how do they honor the time signature, keep tempo, and wait patiently until their favorite part unfolds?

Maybe it’s because they know it’s coming; undoubtedly, no question.

Maybe it’s this certainty that keeps them faithful to the song’s true rhythm and pacing, allowing them to savor the measures paving their way to perfection.

Maybe, if I had the patience of a musician, I could also endure the wait until what I am certain is coming.