How can they write them?
These notes on a sheet of paper
That can bring such joy and wonder,
Joy and wonder to my soul.
All they are are spots on a page,
But in the hands of musicians
Those spots are transformed,
Transformed into the wonder of music.
That music can bring all emotions,
Bring all emotions to my heart,
Bring all emotions to my mind,
Bring all emotions to my soul.
The wonder of music is boundless
And each time I hear it
I know it is reaching out,
Reaching out to me.
In the stillness of the morning
I see her light,
The light of my life.
Now falling into dementia’s clutches
But my love for her getting stronger,
Getting stronger each moment
As she drifts into her own world.
I know that the day will come
When the bubble around her
Will stop me from coming in,
But my love for her
Will never fail.
In the stillness of the morning
I hear the sound,
The sound of my life
As it travels through me.
That life so full of wonder,
The wonder of music,
That has always been there.
Music, the sound that continues
Where the words stop.
That music will be there forever
To help me as my lover drifts,
Drifts into her own world.
In the stillness of the morning
I write these words,
The words that show me,
Show me and what I feel.
Words are always with me,
With me to put on this page.
In the stillness of the morning
What more do I need?
The love for my wife is there.
The music in my life is there.
And the words on this page are there.
In the stillness of the morning,
What more do I need?
The cards of life are dealt,
We all have a hand which we can play.
Sometimes the cards are low
And cannot win a way ahead,
Others are middle of the road
And you win some hands,
And lose other.
But some have the top cards
And win much more than they lose,
But in the hand I have been dealt,
I have the best of all,
As in my life,
The life I have nearly led,
I have had love,
I have had music,
I have had art,
I have had nature,
And I have found words,
Because the hand I was dealt,
Was full of trumps.
Every evening I would walk down the road,
Walk into my local,
The Landlord would greet me.
“Evening Fred, a pint?”
Without really asking
The pint would be on the bar
By my seat,
My seat in the corner.
I sat there and watched,
As I have been for many years.
They all know me,
All greet me with a smile,
And a ‘Good evening Fred’.
Some come and chat
And pass the time of day,
Some we talk for hours,
Putting the world to right,
Many days I just sit and look,
Look at the folks in the pub.
Some playing darts,
Some playing cards,
But all with good grace,
And a smile on their face.
Many I have seen grow
From young people,
Into grown up women and men.
Each has come to know me,
The old man in the corner,
With his pint,
His wisdom,
And his wit.
But many do not know
As I finish my last pint
And walk out of the door,
I go home to my house,
The house where my lover lived,
But is there no longer.
Taken from me
So many years ago,
But every evening
That first pint in the pub,
I think of her,
And know that I will be with her,
Sooner rather than later.
There is that song again,
A song so beautiful
Its tune reaches straight into my heart.
Once unknown,
But I remember when,
So many, many years ago,
That I first heard it.
It spoke to me then,
As it does now,
And yet I forget about it
Until those times it comes back,
To remind me of its beauty.
Of its wonder,
Of its sadness,
Of its melancholy,
Such a special song,
That comes to me,
In unexpected moments.
I look up into the sky
And see the vastness of the Universe
Spreading to eternity,
And I am merely a speck
Barely seen in the scheme of life,
But I know that I am part of it all
And My Spirit will travel forever,
Travelling the Universe towards Infinity.
It can be so wonderful.
It can clear the mind.
It can bring all emotions.
Love is always in it.
The beauty it can show
Is awe inspiring,
The calmness it gives
Brings healing to the soul.
Can you hear it?
Can you hear the silence?
It has happened once more!
There I sat writing some poetry
When it infused itself,
Through my ears,
Into my mind.
The pen was raised from the page
As this glorious sound
Entered my soul.
Music is so powerful to me
It can just stop me,
Stop me doing other things,
Other things that I enjoy doing.
I have to stop and listen,
Listen and absorb those notes
As they pervade my mind,
And enter the ether,
Heading towards infinity,
Where I will find them once more,
When my time comes to follow them.
I sit in front of the page,
Pen in hand,
Ready to write.
To write what?
Then it happens,
The first word appears,
Rapidly followed by another.
The beauty of words
Just flow onto the void.
No thought is given to these words,
They are already within me,
As they move from my heart,
And from My Spirit,
Onto the page,
The empty page
That is now filled with love,
The love of words.
It is there all the time,
The music of our life.
From the first few notes
That are there at birth,
Growing into sonatas,
Which transform into quartets.
As we grow the concertos
Become the symphonies within us.
The wonder of opera travels with us.
Until at the end the mighty masses
Take us into eternity.
All the time we are dancing,
Dancing to the music,
Dancing in our minds,
Dancing in our bodies.
Others see us,
They think we are insane,
But they cannot hear the music
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