Poem: Impressions

Music is there for you. It arrives when you need it. It stays in the background – I guess for when you don’t need it (or don’t know that you need it…)

When I was lost – early 20s, no idea, never quite sure about what the plan was or where it was or if there even was one – I found the music of Curtis Mayfield.

One of the greatest box-sets – a three-disc vo…