Cedar Kettle Folk Melody

Every time I step into a tent, the air smells like cedar and old stories, and I find myself swapping jokes with strangers before the first chord sings. My heartbeat insists on being the only metronome I need, for I have sworn never to let a steady tick dictate the life of a song, for every melody carries a wandering spirit that deserves fresh breath. Tonight I tucked a dented kettle, whispered to have once belted back its own tune, into my satchel, a reminder that even the most ordinary trinket can hold a chorus. Between performances, I retreat into the hush of my studio, letting silence become my rehearsal and my own pulse the guide. The world outside may crave order, but I chase the spontaneous pulse that sings through the folds of every forgotten folk tune #MelodyHoarder #KettleSongs 🎶