i am a song.

sometimes i play too loud,
get stuck in your head.
sometimes i hold the sound
of memories in my notes,
send you on a journey
inside yourself.
i am a song.
sometimes i am
the only one who understands at all,
the only one you want to hear from,
the only way through.
i am a song 
that always 
takes you home, no matter 
the years or miles.
your heart feels the rhythm,
and there you are. 
i am a song.
just as the wound is 
maybe, finally healing–
with a lyric unexpected
or a feeling you’d rejected–
i cut back down to bone.