There is a deep intimacy
to the music made with you in mind.
There’s a secret sound
buried beneath all the chords.
I’ll be honest, if I didn’t have that,
I wouldn’t believe at all.
But when I close my eyes and sing to you,
I believe.
There was a time tonight,
when I sang to a group of friends,
the words they say you spoke and speak,
and I cried while I sang them.
I tired to hold it back – like always
and I wondered if that gentle push
was you saying:
“Let go, Ty. Please, just let go.”
Tyler Strittmatter 