green hugs + quarters and salt water= Music

I found music
in the melody of my mothers heart.
And the symphony or my fathers embrace.

In the April of our summer
carried in on singing salt water rifts
of the sea shore.

Music found me
In the crevices of treatment
as I lay worped
and out of tune.

The silky tones of clairty
found me on the 7th day
of offe key breaths
and Alto denial.

I found music,
in the humming of ther
EZ-clean laundry-mat
and the applause of
the quarters in my pocket
on the way.

Music found me,
in the sour apple green
of your eyes
and the honey of your voice
brought sanatas to my mind.