we played music first thing in the morning
cleaning
to
a
beat
was the norm
i sang torch songs
when i was eight
with broom in hand
i sing because it makes me happy, tickles my mind and soul no end to be able to flow with notes
- discordant ones and the ones that line up like soldiers.
it needn't be thought of as performance
if i sing as i work
or as i shower
or as you speak about your day
when a song enters my mind, it is a phenomenal dance partner
swaying in front of me
there is nothing to be done
because
there
is
no
greater
desire
than
to join in and cherish pure joy as it makes itself available
to me
in that moment
and then we break apart
without exchanging phone numbers
we part and return to normal life
BUT, my normal life is infused with music
and there is light
light
that
floods rooms thought vacant and abandoned
until there can be no darkness
rhythms
straight
crooked
old
liltin' and tiltin'
i bring you in
you
can hear
you
can see
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