You stole my heart at an early age. My step dad had an old reel-to-reel player with your music on in the garage. You kept him company when he worked. When he wasn’t working, I used to sneak into our garage to play your songs. The garage was damp and smelt of oil my step-dad used when he repaired cars.
I didn’t care.
Your voices transported me into a different world. In that world, I was free. And even though I didn’t understand the words of your songs, my heart sang along. You kept your promise. You rocked my world. In a good way. Without promising anything in particular, your songs gave me hope and joy.
And for that I will always love you.