From Chantal Ward
Dear Mr. Bellamy,
I know that you get a lot of fan letters, and that you will most likely never have the chance to read this personally. Nevertheless, my heart will be put at ease if I at least attempt to convey my feelings to you in the hopes that you may actually be the one reading this.
Your music is… sublime. I cannot overstate how amazing it is. Every time I hear your voice, it captures the whole of my attention. I don’t know if you’re classically trained vocally, but whatever background you may or may not have is inconsequential. Regardless, I am completely moved when I hear you sing. The emotion in your voice, the way it carries and echoes through my ears is just… there are no words. Listening to what I can only assume are your own compositions tugs at my heart. You are somehow, lyrically and musically, able to capture some elusive idea or feeling that I have otherwise thought inexpressible and express it better than I could hope, so much so that I am actually reduced to tears when I hear it, much as I am when I listen to a lovely classical piece (especially by Chopin. He is my absolute favourite). I hope this doesn’t come across as being pompous. Believe me; this exaggerated speech is quite necessary. I can’t possibly begin to tell you how much your music means to me and how moved and awed I am by your talent.
I also assume you’re serious about your music. I mean, I can hear your heart in your songs. I cannot imagine at all that you’re superficially able to create beauty of this magnitude. I have to believe that you’re just as passionate as I am (with far more talent). I’m sorry if I’m assuming a lot. I don’t even know you, but I wish I did. I was just listening to your newest album (Second Law) and it transported me to a place that I didn’t want to leave from. Every time… every time I listen to your music I feel this way. And so every time I am compelled to write you, but I am never able to quite convey what I want. It is very difficult for me to find a way to express myself satisfactory, hence why I am so fond of your music. Even in this letter, I’m not sure that I’ve said everything I want to say exactly the way I would like it to be said. Nevertheless, it’s been so long that I’ve been mulling around my words that I just had to say anything I could.
Maybe this last bit is a little of an overstepping of boundaries, but I just wanted to ask you to take care of yourself. I’m not assuming anything by that. I just… if the world lost your talent, it would be very devastating. So please be careful in everything you do, and try to live as long as you can, not just for your fans (like me), but also for yourself.
Please take care.
Chantal G. Ward
