skyline

I’m at what is possibly the highest point in the city…overlooking the twinkling lights and still homes, rushing cars and enveloped by the soothing sounds of more strings than I can count, the rhythmic interplay of the bass and the drums and the distinct movements of graceful Rwandese sisters to a chakacha beat.

Its not one of those moments that are overly inspirational…though I have thought a lot about the city, its mysteries and the secret treasures that it seems to hold from up here…and how different the reality is down there…thats what our life is isnt it??
Its not one of those moments that are overly emotional… though I do count myself blessed to enjoy such simple gifts on a more frequent basis than your average passerby downstairs
It’s not a once in a lifetime moment… though it probably would be if you were sitting here with me, not saying a word as we both mutually create memories that will be indelibly etched in our minds…in a song with no words…
Its not one of those ‘Im on top of the world’ …although there is a sense of considerable conquest once you have climbed up the perilous spiral staircase in these shoes.

What it is…is liberating..and in response, the crowd is spontaneously getting up and dancing, clapping and laughing…music does that

What it is ..is quite cold…but thankfully I am in that sweater dress that I wore that night and in that white trench coat that I want to walk down the street in, as you hold my hand.

It is art, it is passion, it is love, it is anger, it is hunger, it is every form of and shape and sound of experience of life that the artist has gone through all wrapped into this one night, on this rooftop, under this tent, looking out on this city and wondering why this man who is reading this and who i love so much ..is not here with me