To a music libary.

“We were lost in the music, everyone knew itTruth was in the air tonight” Brandy/Mr. Piano-man lyrics/2008Because there are inanimate friendships that are inevitable.Arranged in chronological order, this music is the most reliable story I could tell of life, of the places we have gone, the phases, the hang ups, the horrors, unbelievable milestones; stories of love, of late star lit conversations, long road trips, and the 36 hour flight, a story of dreams deferred sitting sweetly beside the dreams we have found. It’s all in the music, the confusion, tears on the face that wears a smile, the prizes on life’s shelf, the lessons from priceless mistakes, the value of loss, then the songs that downloaded for no reason, apart from the way they made me feel. Isn’t it unfair, that I expect them to understand the journey that only you would? You are the one after all, that has book marked every page we have read, you are the diary that kept itself. And I have you to thank, for this relationship we have formed, because you are as alive to me as the sound of my own breathing; you are the soundtrack to every workout, every afternoon nap, every day, everywhere, all my life. Comforting, not judging, therapeutic; you are silly, and then you are sweet; as if you were my feet you take me many places and then bring me home. He said he heard the smile in my voice on the phone, she said I’m dealing with it nicely, and I told them to thank you music. Yes, thank my music, my songs, my lyrics, the hits and the obscure melodies, the pointless pop songs, warm ballads, energetic bass guitars, the occasional sax…the collective soundtrack to my life.