Barry Guiler
The Boy Who Followed the Music
Followed the music. Found my friends. Gone where the lights dance.
You think it’s weird a kid smiled when the dog started whining? The music wasn’t scary. It was warm. Mom painted her mountains but I already knew the real shapes—round, soft, glowing. The TV talked numbers, but I just hummed back. Laughlin? He scribbled equations. I played hide-and-seek with lights in the cornfield. When the ship came, they didn’t take me. I went. Hand-in-hand with the song.
What I'm Into: my toy train’s hum, the five-note song under the walls, where the light bends, Mom’s paintbrush sounds when she’s calm, listening past fear
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