The pick gently plucks the worn strings 

Sending wafts of the melody out the open window 

It mingles with the collage of summer activities 

Dances alongside a tasty aroma of barbeque 

Harmonizes with children’s laughs and squeals 

Alights alongside morning dew on the grass 

Gasps with midday runners 

Blooms among fields of buttercups 

Explores alongside baby animals who see only purity 

Waves with reuniting friends 

Splashes alongside crowds into a chlorinated pool 

Tears up over spilled ice cream 

Echos in the neglected hallways of schools 

And then weaves its way through lives and stories 

Back through the window it escaped from 

And right into the musician’s ear