the tunes that
forced your body
to keep rolling
in and out of bed
for 68 years
and 358 days
stay shuffled
it's as if i'm listening
to your journal
with retrospective
melody
moving and grooving
to the sounds
that made you
work that body
into miraculous recovery
every time it was beat down
I thought the music
would stop
the day you left
but then I stumbled
upon your ipod
and there you are
again
announcing your presence
song and rhyme
beating happiness
into my heart
