The Driver

How'd you know the echo of colors Of those Suzuki strings Would sing across decades, With the lullabies which you Put me at the center of, sparking the Dreams of a bigger life, of imagination as power? You thought to bring me to a test at three and a half, but you believed That one day I'd trust myself to remember that that boy still is me. You drove me to so many places So I could learn what I needed To find my own.