Emma
On Sunday evening, I met Emma. I’ve known Emma since we were both very young, but on Sunday, I felt as though I finally realised who she was. Ever since we both got back in touch earlier this year (it turns out, Emma had since moved to Norwich (news which inspired me to write a song quite a while back)), I’ve enjoyed a conversation with her at least once every week.
Talking to Emma on that Sunday evening… I learned of the sad news that since we had lost touch, her Father had passed away. This news came as a shock to me. Emma explained that it was at that time when she wrote her first song… a sad, but very fitting tribute to her Father’s legacy. The news is still shaking inside me now and I can’t quite grasp the sad fact that that legendary figure is no longer with us….
The news, inspired my already distraught self to think deeply about how this turn of events affected dear Emma… I can’t begin to imagine how she must have felt and how she has managed to keep her feelings from me for so long…
Now, before I continue, we must go back in time a little, a while back, I began to write a song as a light attempt to kick my writers block, something which I’d had leaning on me for a while.. since the summer I believe. I managed to write a line or so… but nothing special really came to mind… my mind was still as blank as the day before, and the day before that, and the day before that….
Thinking over and over about how this poor girl is coping, I found myself able to finish the song that had been dwindling upon me for the last week or so, the mood and message of the song was completely changed, but I believe this was a better effort than I could have ever put in before.
I called the song “It’s Not Over” as a symbol of the fact that though it seems every piece of Emma’s life had been shattered… there is still a lot of hope. After writing the final chorus in my notebook, I wrote underneath “For Mr Taylor, sorry I never learned your first name, this one is for Emma, she knows how much you love her.”
