Letter 28

Dear Stephen,
I know for certain you will never read this. After all, you have brilliant music and witty lyrics to write, while I am just an almost-college-graduate who has too much summer time on her hands and a lone computer to connect her to her dreams. I would like to thank you for those dreams a bit. I'm not a singer- ok, so I did take voice lessons, but I know I could never take hold of the stage like Bernadette or George. I am no writer of lyrics. Rhymes and meter don't come easily to my mind. I cannot create melodies to form characters. I can hardly create a character to match the music and lyrics. I am a theatre major, and I adore musical theatre, but my heart is in creating visual characters.
I still have you to thank though. Bit by bit, your genius painted a foundation, one I long to add details to.
Actually, when I saw a clip on youtube from 'Into The Woods', and witnessed Bernadette adding her brilliance again to you, I decided even more that I wanted to be a part of that. I wanted to be in the word of musical theatre, not just showing students the windows.

But anyways...

I'm actually addressing this letter to you because you have been a faithful companion for the past couple of years. There has been a good amount of comfort found in your melodies and lyrics. Empathy in joy. Companion tears in sorrow.
Having a song to sing even when my heart is breaking is so important. Being alive is what projecting those notes into the world feels like.
You've given me goosebumps so often, lent my tears some character and gave a voice to my heart.

Your music has given me hopes and dreams and sometimes even brought me back to reality somewhat painlessly.

For that, sir, I thank you.

Sincerely,
  Mimi Lynch