She brought home her love
to meet the family (all in sweaters)
He plays guitar as we sit around the kitchen table
The music moves me
Pulled by his plucking, strumming
What is this rising inside me?
What is this feeling?
The music lifts me and takes me from home
from the cats, the cheap decor, my family, even grandma
like the twister that carried Dorothy to Oz
But it does not come for free,
the price is extracted from me like a levy
when I realize what it is I want
and what cannot ever be