My Music

But how can something so simple

So universal

Be a hero?

Something that is shared by almost every human being

How can it stand out?

How can the simple sequence of sounds

And tones

Bring about an unequivocal happiness

That connects us in our individuality?

More than the

Words that someone writes

More than the

Notes that remind us of the light we’ve forgot

More than the

Feeling in our chests when we hear something

That is as close as we can get to perfection.

I want to tell you what it has meant to us.

You used to sing to me every night

Without fail

A different song

A different story

Specially shaped with the

Love only a mother can give.

And you used to sing to me on cold nights

When I was scared

Redemption Song

No Woman No Cry

The stories of a man

Fighting not to be alone.

You taught my ears how to hear it

You taught my fingers how to feel it

You taught my body how to love it

You taught my mouth how to share it.

You taught me how to use it to be alone

You taught me how to use it not to be alone

You taught me how to live

As though my life were a song.

When I left our home, we shared it

A Kyrie of sound

When I came back home, we shared it

A communion of sound.

It held us

One of the nights you wanted to die

And I wanted you to live

All I could do was send you her melody

She wrote it for herself and for anyone who would listen

“Don’t close the door.”

It held us

Many nights you wanted to die

And I wanted you to live

All I could do was write you a melody

I wrote it for you and anyone who would listen.

“Let me tell you a story.”

The night we were walking down the waterfront

And you asked me what made me happy

And I could only feel the sense of my fingers on chords

The cords of my voice

The vibrations in my ears

I knew that I could live through anything

As long as it stayed with me.

I thank it. It cannot hear my words

But I give it words

We all do

The music that permeates us all

Until the day we die.