Poem 6: When Music Filled My Hands

I remember holding records
and cassette tapes
and cds
and even 8-track tapes

I could hold music in my hands:
centuries old symphonies
20 second punk songs
classic rock anthems
and Julio Iglesias cantos

I read album covers
and liner notes
and studied lyrics
because I was a scholar
before my time

I remember when music filled my hands.

I could try again,
I imagine.