I have lived. I have loved.
I have listened to Ludovico live at the Royal Albert Hall in London.

I left my body and became the very fabric of music itself.
Space and time collapsed, replaced by the transcendent fluidity of I Giorni.
Breath left my lungs to become the fog of ethereal amber light
that bathed the musicians on that historic stage.

I felt every emotion the human heart can hold—
and then, the heavens loaned me a few more for the length of his compositions.

Una Mattina reconstituted my breath just enough
to give my tears a flowing companion.

I clutched my daughter’s hand on the right,
my husband’s on the left,
and my son looked on as the final song—
a newly arranged Experience—brought the house down.

Oh dear universe, I ask only one favor:
Do not ever let me forget how I felt tonight.
I beg of you.