Questions about storytime (a poem)

Wrote this during one of the many folk songs people played at open mic earlier…

Are people really as sad
as the songs they sing?

Tonight we’re here and we’re together
what more do we need?

What stories do our emotions tell
when we let them out at night?

Do they embellish what they tell us
or should we be scared?

Or should we just be thankful
that the guitars are in tune?

(18 February 2015)