I don’t know if you write about music.
My son would say
“you ‘can’ write about it” and so you can.

But I’m not so sure.

But I want to pay attention to it.
I want to pay attention to the music
and the healing.
And this is how I pay attention.

Take me there,
thank you,
oh take me there,
oh thank you…
I’ve been gone for some time,
take me there,
oh, thank you, take me there.

I return, with you to my most famous
and worthy fantasy,
my father and mother,
my mothers breast
and soft hair
the touch and laughter of
my father,
the smell of freshly mowed grass
and soil in the forest
and the yelling of children
the glee
the water on it’s own way
I breathe
I breathe
I breathe

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