My Musical Family

You may ask me what I need,

and I could say food.

I could say the neccesities.

I could even say the love of my life, but I will not.

The thing that means the most to me, the thing I could not bare to see go,

is my family.

Not my blood family, as much as they mean to me,

I mean my musical family. My family made just for me.

They encourage me.

They provide harmonies.

They help tune the dissonence in my life.

They help me stay on tempo, they help me stay in line.

They help me count in two, and I do not know what I would do without my

perfectly intune musical family.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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