Magik-Peter Murphy

June 4, 2009

Today looks like a perfectly ordinary day, but for me, it’s pure magic. Tonight I see the man who changed my life, over 17 years ago.Hopefully, this letter I sent to him a few years ago on his website will encapsulate the feelings he’s stirred in me, over time~~

“This is a moment in my life I have waited for…at 17, I received a message from you, Peter, and it said ” To follow it, you must be clean, with mistakes that you do mean..”How these valuable words changed me! Over and over again, the years (and tears!) with you have brought me closest to my own heart, to forgiveness, laughter and pleasure, strangers and notsostrangers ask me over and over, where do you get so much joy? So much passion? So much laughter? From inside! From outside! I see someone has propped open their window with a potato, and its hysterically sweet to me…Or playing frisbee at night in a parking lot, or sobbing with joy at the mere thought of my soulsisters. I am a humanwomananimal, and I have waited to thank you. I have wanted to look you in the eye and say nothing with my english, but with my eyes, in my childmind’s eye, we would sit down at a restaurant, and I could treat you to breakfast. Just to say, Good Morning.

Thank you for expression. Thank you for breathless, spinning freedom of soul. Thank you for seeing each precious moment as the labyrinth it can be. Thank you for being just a person, who I can have breakfast with, and smile, and say in one of the greatest understatements of my on-fire heart, Thank you.

“I want to do to you, what spring does to the cherry trees…” Neruda

With love, As Always, Promise”

This is not my first time seeing him, nor will it be my last. But I’m fluttering like trapped butterflies, straining against the malestrom. My skin hums. My eyes smolder. My heart thrums a bass, and soon, I will know my love is a note, a series of notes…a full crescendo of music so in harmony, I can waterfall down to awesome ferocity and roar.

Forgive me if I’m a puddle.

Apres moi le deluge, After me comes the flood-R. Spektor.