Some of the greatest lines ever written about being young and in love with the tune, with the line, with the winding and unwinding possibilities of song. And maybe also with that boy or girl on your arm.
It was a nice way to end the evening, reading these lines.
“The song was never really over, but now I have an ending–I don’t know how I’ll phrase it, but it will involve our returning, it will take the strange pink light and the Sunday-morning quiet. Because the song is us, and the song is her, and this time I’m going to use her name. Norah Norah Norah–no rhymes really. Just truth.
I shouldn’t want the song to end. I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I’m seeing we don’t live in a single song. We move from song to song. From lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It’s an infinite playlist.
My heartbeat accelerates. I am in the here, in the now. I am also in the future. I am holding her and wanting and knowing and hoping all at once. We are the ones who take this thing called music and line it up with this thing called time. We are the ticking, we are the pulsing, we are underneath every part of this moment. And by making the moment our own, we are rendering it timeless. There is no audience. There are no instruments. There are only bodies and thoughts and murmurs and looks. It’s the concert rush to end all concert rushes, because this is what matters. When the heart races, this is what it’s racing toward.”
-From Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist by Rachel Cohn & David Levithan