When Grandfather retired,

much music he sired,

making my early afternoons

so full of good sound.

In summer, double front doors wide open—

piano notes floating breezily away as softly

as colorful, rhododendron flower scents.

A few songs in the queue,

ones he loved,

minded and renewed.

The music, a centerline through his life,

and I suppose now mine,

as I reflect

how confident I feel when I am settled and still

as the notes help me keep a good temperament

and a more harmonious path.

This stringed life near the river, a siren to me—

playing light and secure—

this timing brings me back to full joy

and the life I have procured.

I am reminded in this present

moment that my life is

always enhanced and soothed

through these sounds,

so on this orienting afternoon,

may I also be a tuned-comfort

to my leisurely guests

and dear listening friends.