Music runs through our blood
and we run after it.
We search small coffee shops
and book stores.
Amateurs at an open mic
night with lyrics and licks
we’ve never heard.

Random tunes play through
our cabin and out onto the porch.
An hour’s drive to Nashville
where songs and budding voices
are available on every corner.
A different world down the road.

I arrived on this earth
hearing Daddy sing show tunes and
crooning to my feverish times
“You’re not sick you’re just in love.”
You listened to Frank Sanatra and Dean Martin
and watched your mama dance around the kitchen.

Ballads and Big Band, Reggae and Rock and Roll.
We laugh together at the hooks in country music
and we make up our own:
“There must be two of me ‘cause I’m beside myself.”
We continue to play in harmony
through the rhythm and the silence of our days.