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 