All of true love contains good music. Or, perhaps, all of good music contains true love, although not necessarily of the romantic variety.
What music convinces you of the reality and power of love?
Perhaps within each of us there is an awkward little animal that periodically pokes up its head and wonders whether it feels ready to leave the safe, if claustrophobic, burrow that it has been hiding in. Sometimes just a shadow is enough to scare it back underground, but spring always comes eventually.
What would it take for your inner groundhog to believe that it’s safe to come out?