Dear Mr. Cordrey...

The fact that you said you "usually get around to writing a song" for your wife every year on the occasion of her birthday celebration is just a stunning, exhilarating thing to behold and contemplate: a love that marks its annual renewal with the ritual presentation of the gift of song to remind your wife of your obviously undying commitment to her. What on Earth could be a more affirmative declaration of the utter seriousness with which you took the vows that announced your intent to share your life with her, forever, and ever??? At this moment I am certain that I cannot recollect witnessing, or hearing about, even, such an eternalizing gesture of devotion being offered to the spouse of any married man I know, in or outside of my family -- though I know it could happen, I suppose, to anyone smile.

Your heart reveals itself in your lyrics for Prayer Wheels:

"I will bless and honour your days..." Mr. Cordrey, that's almost unspeakably beautiful, sir. You could have simply repeated that lyrical line over, and over, and over, again, until the music ran out, and still have made the same impact on me that the entire lot of verses would have had.

The music you composed is as illustrative of the moods and varieties of your loving feelings as the surveying of the cycle of the four seasons would be if we could view them within minutes instead of months. That emotional effect is, of course, indestructably tied to the continuous flow of poetry in your lyrics. There are love songs, and there are love songs, but this song goes above and beyond that category in ways you plainly know more about than me.

LOREN

Last edited by bluage; 04/06/20 07:46 PM.
"Music is what feelings sound like."-- borrowed from a Cakewalk Music Creator forum member, "Mamabear".