A Melodic Passion

Raised in a place
where music was always around me
My family’s passion
passed down like an heirloom
Dancing with my mother
playing guitar with my Uncle
singing with my sisters
All rituals
Listening to rock ’n‘ roll
I found my blood pumping
hard and fast
like Ringo Starr’s bass drum
Music creating an identity
Fleetwood Mac creating an escape
My heartstrings being plucked
like the strings on Lindsey Buckingham’s guitar
Soft melodies speaking to me
as if in a sacred language
Painting a picture of happy times in my head