I love listening to musicians because when they perform it is as if they are opening their hearts to the audience and showing us what is inside their minds. It is beautiful to encounter someone who can distill a myriad of events from one’s own life experiences into just a few lines of prose to create the lyrics for a song.

Then there’s the incredible (to me, since it all looks like a foreign language) ability to read notes…a bunch of dots, some of which may or may not be attached to straight lines, either single or interconnected. I have always found great beauty in the aesthetic appeal of this language of sound.

Then, there’s watching musicians in action, so to speak. The intimate dance they perform with one another via their eyes and head nods, as they take turns showcasing their skills, always humbly allowing for the others’ musical talent to shine – accompanying one another (as needed) along the way, but never overtaking one another in the process. It is a delicate balance and most musicians seem very adept at this process.

Finally, and most amazing of all, is how a musician can take his/her instrument and play it with a group of other musicians even if they have never played with or practiced with them before. As in, simply jamming out (is that what they call it?) on a particular chord progression (not really sure what that means, per se) having never played a particular song.

So what baffles me most is that musicians might be some of the most humble people I have ever met. Despite what to me is akin to God-like capability, they perform their magic with class and respect for others who do the same for them.