“Once you put a poem to song you will remember it forever.” Ganavya

It lives in you.
In your chest,
right next to your heartbeat.

I want to remember this poem forever.

Let in become my speech when I can no longer speak.

Let it be the last thing I remember when I have forgotten my name.

Let it be light when my eyes no longer see.

Will you sing it to me when I don’t remember who you are?

Love, sing it to me.
So I will remember.

Ganavya tiny desk

I have been listening to Ganavya while writing in the morning and thinking about why we sing. This poem was inspired by the above performance.