Stale leaves and black ice crunch,
snap of a key in the lock and sigh of a screen door.
Coffee pops and spits in steaming pot,
clicking padded dog feet and a jingling collar.
Guitar strings playfully picked along.
The whisper of a page turned and
the sporadic scratch of ballpoint on paper.
Alto echoes room by room,
as laughter floats through warmth.
This is the music of home.
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