Songs for myself

Unrequited love is like performing the grandest aria for an empty opera house. Your voice carries the most beautiful melody, echoing against the high ceiling. When you finish, the lights go down, as does your spirit.

You hope that tomorrow, the seats will be filled. Your audience will listen, rapt, to the gorgeous emotion held in each note. They will appreciate the hours of practice, the passionate delivery and heart-felt dedication.

So much energy, so much beauty, so much emotion — lost, gone as soon as the song ends. No one is there to listen or remember.

I will no longer perform for the VIP who never appears. I have songs to sing for myself. I will sing for the sake of singing.

Photo courtesy of photographer Heather Hanson


2 thoughts on “Songs for myself

  • Posted on January 31, 2014 at 9:20 am

    I love this, Cara. I spent over 20 years pining for (and trying to win the love of) someone who would not/could not appreciate or accept the wondrous (I thought) gift I was trying so hard to present to him. All that energy and effort–what could I have done with it if I had realized there was “no one there to listen or remember”!

    Here is a little poem I wrote, along the same lines:

    Unrequited love is the branch without the dove,
    The ticking clock unmoving,
    The lecture without love…

  • Posted on February 3, 2014 at 11:03 pm

    This is the whole poem—just three lines. It came to me in a moment of absolute clarity late one night. It said so much to me about the emptiness of the one-sided love relationship. Sadly, it took me many more years to break free of that particular trap!


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