Once Upon a Song

“It hits”

Not loudly

Not all at once

More like a breeze you didn’t feel, until something inside you moves

Just enough to make you pause and stop whatever you were doing and feel something shift inside of you

The highest form of applause a song could ever receive

Or at least, that’s what I believe

I never knew how to explain you

Because you weren’t my favorite song

I didn’t play you on repeat at first, and I still don't

You didn’t demand attention

You just waited

And then one day, without a warning, you “Hit” differently

Not as music, nor lyrics, but as a feeling I didn’t know I was carrying

You didn’t tell me something new; you reminded me of something I had buried deep inside

You didn’t heal me

You didn’t break me either

You simply rested your hand on the place I never learned how to name

That’s what it means when a song hits

You don’t analyze it

You don’t recommend it

You don’t even talk about it much

You keep it to yourself

Like a secret

Like a proof that your heart still responds to raw feelings

When a song hits

you don’t replay it to understand it

You replay it to return to the silence it opened

To the feeling it named without words

Maybe that’s why we don’t explain it to others

Why we don’t share it easily

Why two simple words are enough to describe it

“It hits”

Because anything more would surely miss the point

Some songs are well-written

And others are well-timed

You were both, and that’s what made you different

Once upon a song, I felt seen

And I don’t need anything more than that