History and Me

Though I’ll never hear you play,

This old instrument has found me

After being tucked away,

Like forgotten stories you never passed on,

And your children’s children stopped,

Stopped singing the songs.

Tonight will you keep me company

As I listen for your melody.

And meet me in the space between

The history and me.

If I could reach you through these strings,

I’d like to know the answer to so, so many things.

Did you sing about the cherry blossom trees?

And did you have calloused fingertips like me?

Tonight will you keep me company

As I listen for your melody.

And meet me in the space between

The history and me.

Did you strum alone at the end of the day?

And did your tired eyes ever cry when you played?

Was your smile the same - the same as mine?

Did your husband think it was all a big waste of time?

Tonight will you keep me company

As I listen for your melody.

Carry me upon these strings

With the wisdom of your whisperings.

And meet me in the space between

The history and me.

Meet me in the space between

The history and me.