Dear Gretta

 

Dear Gretta, 

  

Your songs are like a poem that was long forgotten, that gives a dejavu everytime I listen to it. It  reminds me of New York City where you felt alone, where you were ditched by Dave and where you found yourself through Dan. You were never ready to compromise, you  were fully conscious of what you were doing and never doubted your own instincts.

Even when you felt a connection with Dan, you helped Violet to reconnect with him, bringing out the beautiful guitarist in her, which eventually got him back to his family. Yet you smiled for being the reason behind reuniting Dan with his family, you smiled even when you knew that this would leave you all alone again. You gave yourself truly into your songs that you could not tolerate the loss of its essence, the mere commercialization of it.  You breathed music, danced and walked with it. Even when you knew that those are fleeting moments, the moments in New York City where every song in your playlist gave meanings to every banal scenes, you lived it being true to the core. 

When your songs gave meanings to the life of many people, the invisible musicians, the lost musicians, and mostly lost people, you discovered yourself, you smiled contently at the closure you made with certain people and the emptiness that got filled with music. And when you paddled your bicycle through the New York City, ready to embrace the magic that your life has in store, ready to turn every single moment into a song, I understand sometimes it is loneliness, helplessness and the ability to be always true to ourselves that shows us right path, that takes us to our road, even when it means gaining very little for ourselves.

Love,

Someone from one of the banal scenes.

A. C