Tuck Me In, A poem by Ruthie B

Your voice is like a cradle
It rocks me to sleep
When I’m not able
To shut it all down

On a porch swing made of song
You sing and strum
I hum along
And try to shut it all down

I tune in
When I want to tune out
All the noise that’s coming through

It’s all so damn romantic
Music is my blanket
What’s a girl to do?

With your notes
You weave a hammock
Rhythm, Tempo
Verse, Dynamics

Take me to the Bridge
There’s that sensation
Intro, Outro
False Relation

I don’t know about
Chord progression
Or keys or hooks
Refrains, compression

But here’s the thing…
When you sing…

Sigh…

It’s all so damn romantic
Music is my blanket
It tucks me in