I counted every hour at the keys, the missed notes and the lost tempo were all I let you hear. Forgive the times I couldn't soften, please — I made each lesson into something you feared. But every scale I made you climb, every line I asked you to repeat — I was trying to build a shelter for a storm I prayed would miss you, knowing storms still meet. So carry the music, carry it on, through the longest night, when my light is gone. Let it hold you up when I can't be near — my love is the melody that you hear. However far, however long, my girls, I am with you in the song. My first, my Iphone, with the violin's cry, the flute holding steady as the drums march by, the weekends bent low over a sound you make new — every track that you build holds a piece of me and you. My Nano, my light, with the piano's grace, new words on your tongue from a far-off place, you dance like the morning, you sing like the rain — keep that joy in your hands when the world hands you pain. One day the house will go quiet, I know, one day you'll look up and find I had to go. But press down a key, draw the bow, take a breath — you'll hear me on this side of the silence. There's no end to a father who lives in a song. So carry the music, carry it on… my girls, I am with you in the song. However far, however long — I'm with you. I'm with you. In the song.
