Jeff Healey – While My Guitar Gently Weeps

The guitarist may be blind to us, but something tells me that we are the ones who are blind and numb to the things that he senses out of the musical notes, the melodies and the harmonies. Maybe the notes produce colours in his mind, or they produce tastes like sweet, hot, savoury that he feels in his soul; or vibrations in parts of his being that extend beyond the physical body … and because we are too consumed by our sight, we are blind to these greater sights. Something just told me so.