Shape of a Girl

 This album

that I hold 

in my hand

dappled with

my tear drops

of laughing

and crying

rings

with the stories

of a little girl's

now grown life.

They're told

in songs

and music

shaped by her

and a brother

who filled

his musical palette

with the rhythms

and textures

and melodies

of all her years

to sculpt

the sounds

of her stories.

This album

that I hold

in my hand

is rich

with love -

it's the knowing

photographer's eye

of a life friend

catching

that moment

of vulnerability

between smiles -

it's an artist

she calls

soul sister

wrapping her

in brush strokes

born of 

their harmony -

it's her love

caressing her

with the music

that passed

from her

through his heart

and back 

to her

as his violin

sang her stories -

it's the voices 

and instruments

of those 

who stepped over

the snoring cavaliers

to squeeze

into the studio

they called 

Tiny Dream

and into

the music

that when

it was finished

fitted so perfectly

into the shape

of the girl

and into

this album

that I hold

in my hand.