An unsent message lead to an open dialogue. If I’ve learned one thing in this last month specifically it’s to resist the urge to withhold from fear and instead respond from the wellspring of your heart. Let go of the results, that part is not up to you.
A few days later here we are. I don’t think he knew that I was crying. Every time he strummed the guitar, my heart would soften and my soul would stir, my spirit would rise to the surface spilling over through my eyes as if to remind me I’m still human. The light, tender sound of those carefully plucked strings carried its own poetry. This is home. This is home.
This is Xavier Serrano, who's artistry I’ve been following since I first saw him perform at Heart’s of Strangers 6 years ago. About a year later, I heard he was performing at Café 9 and so I planned my whole day around ensuring I did not miss this opportunity to hear him play again. When I got there I realized I showed up a whole MONTH too early lmao
I’ve observed in his music how he doesn’t stray from his authenticity and was so happy to experience today how much his being matched his music. I cried when he left too.
And so it appears --- this exchange of words and thoughts, poses and pictures was a result of fears that lost the battle on both ends.
Thank you, Xavier for your music, your heart and making THIS experience so beautiful. So gentle. Let’s keep this conversation going...
Xavier, page 2
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