Ephemeral

Transitory.

Short-lived.

Delicate.

Sometimes the ephemeral nature of a thing only serves to heighten its beauty -- like with dance or music. Such was the case tonight.

Husband took me to a recital of world-class musician, Pepe Romero, and he sprang for the select seats -- front row! The nearness added a dimension of...well, humanness. I could see his smile. I could perceive his humility. And confidence. And love for his art. I decided he would likely make for good company and I really hoped I'd get a chance to invite him home for dinner! The girls would have loved that.

Or maybe, he just reminded me of my dad.

But back to Maestro Romero, the musician. How exquisite! How in the world did he make that instrument sound like a snare drum? How ever did he use harmonics to then make it sound like a carousel? How did he do any of what he did? But better still, how did he communicate that ephemeral, exquisite, invisible beauty of song to us?

I wondered what must it be like to be him and to be able to offer that kind of beauty to others? Husband wondered how many people in the history of the world could do what Romero does? I wonder why more people today are not interested in exposing themselves -- even saturating themselves -- in true beauty?

Tonight's music was ephemeral, but its impact is most certainly not.