such a small thing to hold so many hundreds

of memories and sweeping emotions.

haunting lyrics scrawled in dancing neverending ribbon

in my brain,

melodies caught in my heart and

stuck in my mouth.

Remember

driving through black streets at midnight,

summer heat,

falling asleep watching rain drip drop down the window

(his face)

and

rushing salt water and overarching blue paradise,

and

the glorious sad glow of moon and stars in a velvet sky.

songs for love and anger and sass and sorrow,

a song for a Wednesday or Sunday or

a blizzard halfway through March.

a song for every second of this hardknock life

we live.

such a small and shiny thing; glass and metal,

black silver that's cold in your hand,

and heavy.

don't need nothing but the music

so it's good I ain't got nothing but.

so please,

give me an outlet and an hour

and send me wherever you

wish.

i have what i need.