It's 10 Days Before Christmas...

And I've been thinking about some of the ways we wait in song - Pt. 2

Toward the end of the 1994 film, The Shawshank Redemption, prisoner Andy Dufresne appears in the chow hall after being released from a two-week sentence of solitary confinement.

After telling all those at the table that the confinement was the easiest time he ever did, a fellow prisoner incredulously asks him how he could say that.

“I had Mr. Mozart to keep me company.” Andy answered. “It was in here (points to his head) and in here (points to his heart). That's the beauty of music. They can't get that from you... Haven't you ever felt that way about music?

His fellow inmate Red, responds, “I played a mean harmonica as a younger man. Lost interest in it though. Didn't make much sense in here.”

“Here's where it makes the most sense,” said Andy. “You need it so you don't forget. Forget that there are places in this world that aren't made out of stone. That there's something inside... that they can't get to, that they can't touch. That's yours.”

“What're you talking about?” Red asked.

“Hope.” Andy said, assuredly.

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Have you ever felt that way about music? Have you ever felt the need for music to carry you through a season of waiting? To maintain the hope?

Is there a song that leads you through the dark? A song that combats the silence?