“music and radio”

In the hush between heartbeats, a whisper flows,  
Silver and sweet from the radio’s nose;  
A song in the static, a pulse on the wire,  
Music unfurling like color from fire.  

Tuned in at midnight, a voice far away  
Spins silk from the longing that hides in the day—  
A saxophone sighs, a guitar replies,  
The notes tumble bright and then fade from the sky.  

Crackle of vinyl, the sway of the air,  
Old Motown on Sunday, old friends everywhere;  
A waltz in the kitchen, new rain on the street,  
A DJ’s soft laughter where memory and melody meet.  

From jazz on the back porch to rock up the coast,  
Each frequency humming with ghosts we love most;  
Static and harmony, past and anew,  
The radio dreaming our stories in blue.  

It stitches the quiet, repairs the alone,  
With symphonies played through antenna and phone—  
Music: the echo that time cannot still,  
A river of sound through the heart's open sill.

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