With you I hear its response
Its complete renaissance
What used to be so mute
Now speaks in tongues
Now when I’ve learned how to use it
Every syllable is music
Oh with you...
With you I can hear my own voice
With you I can hear my own heart
With you I can hear what it wants
So thank you
Thank you for listening
Thank you
Thank you for listening
For letting me take the lead
While you gently harmonize with me
What does J feel as he sings this song?
He feels gratitude to be singing in the open air, gratitude to be part of the sunshine, part of the day.
He feels hope that this song is the right gift for the two lovers in front of him.
He feels sadness to have fallen into the gap between singing about himself and singing about them.
He feels worry that this is only a song, only a moment, and that no couple is truly prepared for near and far, high and low, easy and hard, good and bad.
He feels fullness in knowing what he’s singing is true.
He feels emptiness in his uncertainty that what he’s singing is true for him.
He feels power, because this song is, in fact, what he wants to put into the world.
As soon as he is done, Andreas lets out a huge cheer, while Elin and Kerstin applaud. Somewhere, a car honks its approval.
Andreas corrals everyone into a group hug. The car honks again.
“That must be the cab!” Andreas says. “Wondering where we are.”
“Thank you so much,” Kerstin says to J. “That was perfect. The only gift we could possibly want.”
“In that case, I’ll take my towels back,” Elin says.
“We’re off!” Andreas exclaims, hugging J one last time. “I’ll be in touch when we return!”
