Longing for the other person

Have you ever felt when the person you love was far from you that you could give anything to have them in your arms at that moment? That you wish you could fly, or that your self would have an ethereal, non-material part which could cross space without boundaries and unite with the one whose presence you are longing for?
That you would give so much to be with the other in that moment? And still, despite the aching space their bodies lines leave on your skin, you are happy because the other exists?


Dvořák's Song to the Moon evokes these feelings in me every time I hear it. It is a strange fulfillment to be made happy by the existence of my partner even though she is so far and I won't see her for a few more months.

Here is a grasping, moving performance of the piece by Renée Fleming.