Deeper than a melody,
meandering past the count of 4 and across the steady beat,
the lyrics hit me differently each time.
It sinks deeper and deeper until,
each word brushes against the wounds
and sometimes,
they wrap themselves around a familiar space
bringing back memories of warm fresh bread out of the oven,
to watching people pass by in front of Grandma’s house.
Ingrained, Etched and sealed across my memory.
The beauty of music beyond its melody.
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