“Because We Love the Music”

The concert hall was packed, and a massive grand piano stood in the spotlight. We gave a thunderous round of applause when the pianist sat down and began to play. Then, halfway through Rachmaninoff’s Third Piano Concerto, this world-famous artist suddenly stopped in the middle, rose to his feet, and announced he simply couldn’t play any longer.

It happened years ago, but I can still remember the stunned silence hanging over that concert hall.

Punctuating this surreal moment, the conductor left the podium and slowly approached the pianist, whispering a few words that nobody heard. After a moment, the pianist gathered himself, then resumed playing with a passion and vigor we had not heard all evening.

Throughout the rest of the concert, one question was on my mind: What did the conductor say to the pianist. Later I learned of his simple but profound words …

“We do it because we love the music.”

That message is a timeless gift to all of us, especially in this season of reflection.

For the pianist, it is the music. For the artist, it is the painting. And for all of us, it is remembering why we do what we do.

But the truth is, it’s not always easy. Every year is filled with triumphs and tragedies, successes and setbacks, high notes and low notes. In my own life, I can remember one long-ago Christmas Eve eating by myself at a diner. Life is not a continuous reel of someone else’s idyllic social media feed. It’s ours … and it’s real.

And yet thankfully, our human nature, especially during this holiday season, often tends to gravitate toward the best of what this year and every year offers us.

May you all have a wonderful holiday season. And may we all keep finding our music.