Allie Sherlock
her voice
lifts
off the street
through the cables
and the dark night
into the vastness
of the open net
and finds me
where I sit
on a Saturday
morning
in the South
unaware
she even exists
until I hear the strings
of her guitar
and her voice through the mic
belting out
one of my most favorite
songs
Hallelujah …“I heard there was
a secret chord …”
not anyone can sing
this song
the only rendition was Buckley
and he’s dead
this girl’s from Dublin, Ireland
and can sing the notes outta
this song
and I’m sitting there
wondering why
WHY
hasn’t this girl
already made it
to the concert stage
why isn’t she
on tour
around the world
doesn’t make sense
and she writes her own
stuff
full of aching
and yearning
and need
the music won’t
let her be
she will sing
no matter
where
whether on the street
or in the car
the shower
the rain
in the cold
the heat
a true artist
must create
what’s inside
it is in their very being
to leave something
dear
and beautiful
and real
behind …
just knowing she is out there
in the world
somewhere singing
and writing
and creating
strumming her guitar
or dancing over the keys
with her pen
and her paper
grammy or no grammy
making music
and gifting it
to the world
… is every reason
why …
(heard her voice for the first time
this morning, Sept. 23, 2023, what a gift)
TL