Layers

It’s funny how one day

she hums along to her CD,

and the next struggles to keep tears at bay

and cries at the same church key.

How he cringes

at a love song,

but then his heart unhinges

when he’s found someone to sing along.

Or how they danced

to that song on their night,

but by circumstance

shut off the radio with fright.

But also how they can find

freedom in keys and strings

playing pennies and dimes

on the road like kings.

How he does not feel

alone in the crowd

with that rock concert heal,

loud and endowed.

Or how she creates,

flowers and grows,

as beats resonate

silencing shadows.