And there is a music
The music comes in on the thick heat and dust
You can hear it rising out of the grass
With the chorus of crickets
Calling to the approaching night
And hold tight The music plays over and over in the chest
Sometimes you turn onto your stomach to muffle the song
Sometimes you turn over and allow it to serenade you
To lullaby you
To start here
To lift this new glimpse you found
Carry into evening what you want from the day
What can anyone give you greater than that?
Let us start here
In this room
In this moment
Sit with me
And hold tight.
