…the predictability of the next beat and the comfort of that.
…the inconsistent drum that catches you off guard like the whiff of a flower's perfume on an early spring walk.
…the bass line and the way, if you have it loud enough it envelopes like a womb.
…the highs that flit about the room, wayward and yet familiar.
…the mids and the vocals bring the soul to the party.
…the commodores with a grip on the ship.
…the sister with the story and the brother with the whale of a tale, the father whose kids are tucked in, and the mother who won't let ‘em fail.
…the glue that cements the crew.
…the song at a funeral that comforts while it encompasses and seems to explain.
…living well, every day.
…knowing giving up isn’t an option.
…on the come up.