Each day they are with us,
Those moments that bring us glory,
Bring us wonder,
Bring us love.
They may be so fleeting
That they become hardly remembered,
But poets can capture them,
They can capture moments in words.
Moments captured in words
Are captured forever.

I sit here in dawns early light
The day before me,
I wonder what it will bring?
Then I hear it,
I hear Johann Sebastian playing,
Playing for me.
The sound of the piano
Surrounds me,
As Bach’s music enters my being
And ensures that the day,
The day before me,
Will be wonderful.

There we were
Eating our Sunday Lunch,
Roast loin of pork, apple sauce,
Roast potatoes, carrots and greens
When my wife looked up at me,
“Isn’t it quiet”
She said.
It was,
Couldn’t hear any neighbours,
Only the occasional bird call,
Even our music had finished.
I listened,
Listened to the wonder,
The wonder of the silence,
It was beautiful.
I looked at her,
“Maybe the end of the world has come”
I said,
“And we two are the only ones left”.
If that was the case
My lover and I were there,
We were there together,
Together in Paradise.

Those two words are always there,
They create so much concern
When ever you refer to them.
If Only?
If Only what?
You chose a path, your path,
To get where you are now.
Would you change anything?
I wouldn’t,
I am here where I am.
There have been many ‘If Onlys’
But I cannot change them
So I move on.
If one of those ‘if Onlys’ was a mistake
And the same problem arises
What I can now do though
Is change that ‘If Only’,
With ‘Next Time’.

 

You see it so often,
The couple walking down the street,
Eyes only for each other.
The parents smiling at their children,
The children keep on looking at the parents.
Even the little things in life,
Helping each other,
Smiling at people.
It all comes from that one thing,
That one thing in life,
Which is in this world,
But so many ignore.
Love in our world is so important,
It is needed so that we can all be as one,
It will work one day,
Love will conquer all,
As love is the glue of life.

You hear it,
Here that tune
Played by a master.
It sounds so easy,
It is such a simple tune,
But it talks to you
As the master
Plays it just for you.
But in music,
If it sounds easy,
If it sounds simple,
It isn’t,
It’s difficult,
And only the master
Can play it,
So that it sounds simple.

The page sits before me

The words in my mind.

I put pen to paper,

And those words from within me

Appear on the page,

Telling of the wonder of life,

The life which I have led.

Now in the Autumn of its years

But still the words flow.

I look back on my life,

Look back with happiness.

It has been a good life.

 

My wife is still with me,

And over those many years together

Our life together has been wonderful,

Our love never failing,

I know that it will never fail

As Our Combined Spirits

Go on for Eternity,

Towards Paradise.

 

Throughout all those years

Music has been with me.

My love of Classical,

My love of Jazz,

Grows each moment of my life,

And each of those moments

Was glorious,

Is glorious.

So much music, so little time,

Even in my long life

Music still surprises me.

I now realise

That the more I get to know,

Get to know about music,

The more ignorant I realise that I am.

So much music, so little time.

 

My life with Nature is never far away,

I know that My River will guide My Spirit

Into the wonder of the Universe.

 

The Art that has come to me,

So many great works,

So many styles appreciated,

Always surprised

At the way Art can move my soul.

 

Then there are words,

Words that have been written,

Written  on the page,

Written on this page,

So meaningful to me

And maybe meaningful to others.

So many words,

So many years,

Such a wonderful life.

 

I know that when that time comes

My life will flash before me,

But I know that that life

Will be well worth watching.

 

Will yours?

 

Progressing through our lives

We are often stopped,

Stopped by that which we fear.

We are frightened to go that way,

And chose a different path,

A safer more mundane trail

That could lead our lives

Into safety and boredom.

We think about those things,

Those things of which we dream.

Those things are there,

As everything that we ever wanted

Is always there,

It is found on the other side of fear.

Go through the gate that frightens you

And start the glory and wonder,

The glory and wonder of your life.

Once more I sit there

Sit there drinking my coffee.

I look out the window

The tree is still there

Sat still in the breeze

The leaves that once adorned it

No longer there

Fallen to the ground

In Autumns fall

Leaving the branches sitting there

Waiting for Spring

The paint goes on the brush,

The brush goes on the canvas,

The Artist becomes lost,

Lost in her world of art.