A HOME WITHOUT MUSIC
Is no home at all.
I can no longer imagine sunlight without guitar cords in the back of my mind.
I cannot listen to laughter without hearing a harmony of voices.
I cannot watch colors of leaves blend without dancing.
I have found Home.
A parcel of my heart is here. I never want to leave.
Love bubbles from the tea pot.
Joy glows from Christmas lights strung on the walls.
When the floor becomes bare and the ceiling echoes our farewells,
I will take a piece of this place with me.
I will draw back the drapes of dankness I must return to
and create a present that radiates the past year’s light.
home. let me go home...
I am
home.
