As I listen to these songs I can’t stop myself
From trying to uncover the sub-text
Not of the songs
Although that’s part of it
No, I look for meaning in the choices and order
A few new ones
Mostly older
Here and there a song reminds me of the old minivan
And mixed cassette tapes
Others might be lucky guesses
She couldn’t have known the significance of that throwaway hit
Or how it resonated with me when I was twelve years old
I listen to these songs
Decoding references to years past
Declarations of independence and gifts of discovery
Until I’m able to just listen to the songs again
Which I do
Again and again
David Trudel © 2013
