It’s what brought us together all those years ago. The band. Everything for the music. And to this day it continues to be the thread that binds us beyond anything I could put words to.
This spiritual connection.
I see you come alive, guitar in your hands, me by your side. Does the air between us lighten, make it easier to breathe amidst the chaos and beauty of this everyday race? All these kids. The street noise. Endless bills. I see it weigh on you, that grey in your beard. As much as I want to take it away, I can’t.
So I’ll stand by your side microphone of life in my hands and sing, songs of joy, grace and these laments.
Our life’s music.