…………………………for John Kander
Music plays in my head,
and I listen. Sounds and rhythms,
echoes and vibrations.
This is how I move through space,
how I comprehend my world.
Long, long ago,
when I was a baby in Kansas City,
I caught tuberculosis.
In those days, there was no cure.
Isolated on a sleeping porch,
I learned to match the sounds
of approaching footsteps
with the ones who made them.
But footsteps go both ways.
A residue of loneliness
lingers after all these years.
Music is the antidote.




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