In this project, I invited several older adults to share their life stories through the lens of music and health. I listened to how melodies accompanied their joys and sorrows, shaping moments of love, loss, and resilience. From their voices, I composed a series of poems made entirely from their spoken words—echoes of their memories transformed into lyrical form. Some participants even recited their poems aloud, turning our conversations into intimate performances. These encounters became more than interviews; they were shared acts of remembrance and creation, where music bridged generations and healed time itself.

These two peoms are from Jennet.

Dad and the Beatles

I was getting every Beatles album,
Dad just gets so upset—
“Oh, damn Beatles again.”

Go fast forward from that time.
My mom was very ill, dying.
Dad moved in with us
while Mom was in the hospital.

We were driving along,
A Beatles song came on.
He says,
“It is wonderful,
The music is so great.
Who are the singers?”

Oh, Dad—
That’s the Beatles.
Here goes from a man
who once said,
“Turn off the Beatles.”

Music Holic

Today,
I still listen to music.
I do like
The fine music songs.

I have them
on my phone,
On one of my sets, there.

It’s for when I die—
It’s called Mice,
It’s Jennet’s songs.

When I die,
play this music,
Take it wherever you want,
Or you can be with me.

I’m not an alcoholic,
but a music holic.