It's talking to me again... (or is that Glenn humming?)

I just read something online that piqued my interest. It was the "about" page, or more formally, a "mystory" page about a 27-year old blogger.

He talked about going to therapy, goals for life, etc.

And before this I listened/watched a YouTube! video of Bach played by Glenn Gould.

Now I'm listening to Glenn on my hi-fi, thinking about the reading. The music talks to you.

Some years ago I wrote a long letter to my mother, and in that letter, I mentioned that the music spoke to me. Not like "Kill the guy down the hall, now!" so to say, not in a demonic, eerie type of way. But music (specifically here, the music of Bach) spoke of truths. I have abandoned that thought, until again, tonight.

I guess the music is so good that we might let ourselves believe whatever drifts into our minds.

But imagine if you will, if this piece of music (one of the WTC played by Gould) were a sage, a visitor, or a therapist.  Yes, it's not speaking English. But through Gould's interpretation, it is in fact conveying a type of human communication - a message - and while abstract, it is rich in what it says.

I think I like to contemplate my lot in life with music like this. The music, perhaps tells me how well or not I am doing.

What makes me so sad about this reflection is how solitary this exercise is. For all the things I wish for in life, from the material, to the gustatory, to whatever else, I wish I could share this experience of attempting understanding of this divine music with someone else. I sometimes dream about what it would be like to sit, side by side, and talk about what is being said--or suggested--within the music.

Or maybe Glenn's sing-along is just giving me some bad vibes.