If I could write a song for you it would go something like this:
Without fingers to stroke
without a voice to sing
these instruments stand
with little meaning
***
but there was a day
that we’d dance
and we’d play
long into the midnight hours
***
memories alone
warm these keys
of practice and concerts
in the center we would be
***
and there was a day
that we’d dance
and we’d play
long into the midnight hours
****
the guitar stands aloof
the keyboard gathers dust
the flute didn’t make it
in the last minute moving rush
***
but there was a day
that we’d dance
and we’d play
long into the midnight hours
***
someone in another land
still plays the CDs
where our band came together
in a festive jubilee
***
yes there was a day
when we would dance
and we’d play
long into the midnight hours
*******
Endless the hours spent
For you alone I would sing
Rusty keys and voice
This week’s Poets United prompt is Melody. What melody plays in the background of your world?
A short back story: I have come to realize that the creative soul dabbles and soars in the pursuit of art. As a child, I had the hours to spend singing, writing, drawing (painting) and playing numerous instruments (at my peak 5). As an adult with children to raise, I had to relegate myself to one. Music was my soul mate and my dearest friend as I raised my family ( I did get the opportunity to travel and perform.) When the opportunities to sing subsided, I once again took up my pen and began to write and now I am drawing again. Though my voice is rusty, I still have a song to sing…
penned in moon dust 
Rusty or not you’ll still be great,your writing shows how talented you are and I’m so glad to know you, Leslie.
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I like the way you’ve developed the poem…brings back some memories for me.
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How beautifully composed. You lead me from image to image with a chorus for a pause and time to compose myself. I would say so much is lost, if the tone weren’t so uplifting and the melody so sweet.. Now, I wonder, if you have a taped performance to share?
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Oh we did at one time but couldn’t tell you where it went. I would miss those days if my life was not so full with writing and rediscovering my love for poetry and art.And the people in the creative fields are each beautiful and fragrant wildflowers!!!
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Rust is Trust, that time-gained Faith in your hands. This, as I read here, is as you have written. _m
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Beautiful poem. Brings me back to the days when I decided to put away my guitar – just too busy with work and life to play. Yes, Leslie, you still have a song to sing. Through words. Keep writing 🙂
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