When I was conceived in love,
my heart began to beat
in time with my mother’s heart.

Then I heard other sounds called
music, which she loved.
She hummed sweet lullabies.

Her body moved in synchronous
rhythms to the beat
of her beloved music.

From birth and beyond
my rhythm was formed.
I consumed my favorite sounds.

Time can change music’s form
as I change in my tastes.
Love songs moved my heart.

If in old age I seem unaware
of life all around me,
give me my music.

The songs I loved are still inside.
I need to hear them once again.
For music is love alive and beating.

Music is the last to leave
when I give up this old body.
Help me hear that love once more.