Before you read the rest of this entry - mind you, it's not much - listen to this, from beginning to end. Lean back, close your eyes and just let the notes come.
I love this song, and I haven't even know its name for years. It was sent to me, oh, well over a decade ago by someone, let's call them a friend of sorts, and all I had to go by was "Track 11".
By that I mean I - almost literally - love it. If one could have an arrangement of notes as a soulmate, well... there we would be.
I'm not really sure why I love it so much. Pianos... well, I have a soft spot for them, but over time piano music, just through its sheer volume and ubiquity became... common. Pedestrian. Ordinary.
Yet this piece, every time I listen to it, hits me with the same intensity as the first time I've heard it. It just... plays around throughout the notes, not rhythmically, not chaotically but hitting a strange gamut of speeds and momentums, cavorting across joy, sadness, determination, relief, expectation and more until it finally, slowly comes to rest.
This is a bit of a ramble, I admit. But if you've heard it now, well... thank you. Thank you for letting me share it with you.