There will be sunny days
there will be rainy days
this there is no doubt
but when I am out
and clouds part from the sky
it will be you and I and
a rainbow passing by.
Imagine
a musician
rocking back and forth
closing their eyes real tight
breathing from their gut
notes sparking and tapering out
exploding to a hiss
and you
smelling the stale air
squinting in the dim light
feeling the cold wooden benches
being quintessentially present.
All
All of me
includes the sick
the sad the mad
the tired the lonely
the bored the inspired
the ecstatic the crazy
the ups the downs
the rock bottoms
the heavenly top
the raw middle
and everything in between.
I never felt like
I belonged much of anywhere
not the country I was born
not the town I was raised
not the city I went to school
I never felt like
I belonged much of anywhere
until I heard this music and I
heard home calling me.