Tune one up (for Greg Ryder)

I remember that summer night
years ago at the Strater.
The regress of half-remembered songs,
the shards of memory that evoke a smile.
This is what the heart knows.
So much
slides away in the melody of this evening,
the ghost riders and timberlines, the laughs,
and loves.
Yet, your memory is
the stored sunshine of happier days.
Your music belonged in this town
and this town belonged
to you
and your music!

– Burt Baldwin, Ignacio