Connect with My Dad
On finding the keys, finding the song, and finding — late but not too late — a way back to the person who taught you both.
Some doors take a long time to open. Music opened one for me, and what I found behind it was my dad.
I can’t tell you why
But I’ve fought against what my soul beckons
I’m stubborn like a pesky fly
And yet, within seconds…
When my fingers touch the keys
I embrace all the feelings
And then I am at peace
And when I sing, I suddenly have meaning
I can’t help but smile
There’s so much beauty in creativity
Suddenly hours pass like they’re out of style
I get lost — like I’m at the bottom of the sea
I didn’t realize too —
That it was a way to connect with my dad
He lives and breathes jazz and blues
Took me awhile to see, but better late than never had
The songs you grow up around become a language you don’t realize you speak until you start using it. Dad gave me the language without me knowing. Sitting at the keys gave it back to him.
— JTC