In the repeated notes
of a droning folk tune
there is clarity.  

In the
blocked harmony of doo-wop
there is a settlement of old arguments
through nostalgia and a striving
for harmony.  

In the rising tsunami
of a metal song 
there is jubilation.  

Hard as a blues can come, there is often
in the bent frame of it
a reassurance that becomes
a giving up
that leads to a getting up
and a moving along.

I have been repaired by music so often
I cannot breathe for long in its absence,
until I remind myself of the drumming
that is always within and the songs
I can create at any moment I choose.
“Every vessel holds healing.”  That’s
what and why I am always humming.