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