For all the good, warm-hearted men
Their music
sound of a gentle churning
in the deepest part
of the earth.
We love them
for their unkempt sideburns
and cigarette smells.
Their laughter echoing
unfiltered white-noise
to complement warblers’ ruckus
trombone to forest song.
We love them
for the careless ‘unbuttoned-ness’ of shirt,
yet subtly proclaiming gentlemanliness.
Their banter
poetry midst the prose of life
streaks of bright red in monochrome.
We love them
for their coffee-stained teeth
yet an unfettered smile breaking between a mustache and a beard.
Their weathered face
maps of places we want to travel to
but the eyes is where we want to build a home.
We love them
all those times when they
bare their souls and child-like cry.
We love them
even more when
we miss having them in our life.
Source: Of men and musicians – why we love them
