I am his courage before a hunt. He finds focus in my pounding beats and driving rhythms. Because of me he can push away his fear and self-doubt. I can make his heart race in time to the beat and his adrenaline flow. Because of me, he feels invincible. Because of me he is.
I am his release. I require nothing, not his blood, not his tears, and most of all not his courage. Because of me, he can lose himself in a moment, free from worry and thought.
I am his memory. I have helped mark every joy and sorrow in his life. I offer a reminder of everyone and everything he has ever loved. The words that flow through me can bring an ache to his heart or a smile to his face.
I am his laughter, when his heart is full and his world is bright, he celebrates with me. I am the one he turns on when he is pulsing with life and can no longer hold back his joy.
I am his constant. The words and music that pass through me have stood the test of time. In an ever-shifting world, I alone remain steadfast. I will not die. I will never turn away from him.
With the turn of a knob, I am ready. I can offer him, a dose of courage, a release from the pain, a cherished memory, and at times an easing of his heart that nothing else can equal.
At last he reaches for me. And, as I release the first strains of Triumph's, 'Fight the Good Fight', reaching out to wrap him in a blanket of sound, I know that it's a good day. There will be laughter and good-natured banter and maybe, just maybe a bit of singing. Yes, today will be a good day.