and tonight, we'll make music, and we'll read,
bring back the things we lately thought
we'd never need again.
and though nothing we know
is, in any way, assured
we shall see; yes, we will see.

and while we wait, unassuming,
let's just pick up all of our instruments and start strumming,
plays some songs, and sing some words,
irregardless of the chords, and major, minor keys.

and yes, i'll admit that my first love may have been
the movement of hands on strings,
but there's no shame in all of this,
and nothing i know can divorce me from it.