New Music

I used to be concerned
With the places where I first heard
The music I wanted to stick

As if the associations of a setting
Would outweigh the aesthetic appreciation
Especially in the run down town I didn’t want to call home growing up

Now I understand as I recall the music I haven’t heard in years
As I ascend and descend the staircase doing the laundry
The only physical home music creates is in the mind

And new memories are for childhood and adolescence
The time when the only thing that matters is music
I have no intention of outgrowing