Seeping from speakers came sustenance.
His cradle a vintage vinyl player.
The resin record revolving sparks the cycle-
Again. He was born.
Christened in his grandma’s ancient leather chair.
To music’s testament the boy was shaped and tuned.
Written on silence penned in air.
With ears he watched his youth unfold.
As sonic tastes changed so did he.
Keeping life’s cadence, made boy to man.
Death Cab replaced Bob Dylan,
As pleasing sirens replaced playing soldier.
With pals and pianos he experienced life.
Through condoms and concerts he found love.
From diabetes and Diddley he learned the blues.
A soundtrack alive, a life to a soundtrack.
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