Clues to Who You Are
Music is important to you.
I see it when you fidget with the beat
as if you can’t help
but yearn for that connection –
a foot tapping along,
a finger lightly echoing the rhythm,
a subtle head bob in time.
I hear it when you hum quietly,
a wordless lullaby,
a happy ditty when luck smiles on us,
a somber motif when disappointment strikes.
But I will never forget
when I felt the music radiate from you
as if it was stretching
after being confined too long.
We had already said goodnight,
but the shadow of fear passed over me,
and I could feel a nightmare
waiting for my eyes to close.
I slipped from bed,
sure that one more hug and I love you
would protect me from whatever lurked.
I heard dishes clattering in the kitchen
along with strange voices
that made me hesitate in the hallway.
Recognizing the voices on the radio,
I stepped up to the kitchen,
and you started to sing.
Your singing was nothing like your familiar hums.
Your voice caressed the notes
rising from the radio.
After following the first verse,
your voice broke free, revealing confidence
as it supported the melody
in a made up harmony,
enhancing the song and spellbinding me.
The kitchen filled with life and joy
that I had never felt before.
The song ended.
You hummed with the next one.
And I walked away.
The memory of your song was bright in my mind –
bright enough to protect me
when I had to close my eyes.
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