Who’s to say the bicycle did not die of heartbreak from not being taken anywhere?
Where will I go with my new songs? What is their meaning beyond the consolation they brought to me in writing them? Who are they for anyway? Does it matter if no one else gets to hear them?
It does matter. Because somewhere, a certain type of someone is listening for something to console them, and possibly heal them. To make a more beautiful day.
They need the songs most of all. The bicycle, the song: only moving does it have a soul.