Let it be, let it be, let it be
A man named John lost his father and is finding it difficult to function in his everyday life. He hasn't been able to concentrate at work and stopped engaging in his favourite hobby: Playing the piano. While John was growing up, his father would teach him how to make certain keys sound harsh and defiant or soft and creamy.
As John was touring the city of Barcelona, he heard a song vibrating against the cobblestone streets from a distance. It was an all-too familiar sound of the Beatles' ballad "Let It Be" which was his father's favourite song.
John unexpectedly found himself searching the boutiques to discover where the music was coming from; He walked in and out of coffee shops, restaurants, and clothing stores. Nothing. Just then, he saw a man at the end of the road dressed in a tailored mint green suit playing the saxophone impeccably.
There were probably hundreds of pedestrians listening to him play his instrument, appreciating the brilliancy of this man's talent. As the sounds of those keys gained a stronger shape, it affected John so deeply that he began to weep.
John was not expecting this aesthetic experience and it was a moment that he cannot define. All he knew was that song, in that moment, was exactly what he needed to hear.
Reflection Question: Do you remember a time in your life when you were unexpectedly affected by a beautiful piece of music?