�Music & Me�

I want you to know something about what I think and how I feel
I want you to see what it is that life has done to me…

The surprise return of a lost friend sees them spinning round again
It’s good to have you back- you’ve stayed exactly the same
You’re still saying the same great, exciting things
Do you look at me with sad eyes or funny reflection?
I wish I could dance all night with you, but I’ve gotten worse in your absence
I may be older but thank you for making me feel strong today

Remember:
Sat on the front door step and ignored by the whole street
An invisible child should not be completely never seen
But the inner voice was heard by your verse, chorus, verse
Sunshine blinded and wiped away the darkest of days with add lib to fade
The battles crippled under the weight of a pile of endless vinyl on a heavy rotation

Thinking back to that young boy who watched helplessly as his Mother cried
Tammy Wynette knew which button to press to relieve the stress
She’d look over smiling with hoover in hand and happily returned to the cleaning
We’d look over at each other and know that Dolly wrote the next one especially for us
The base of our relationship was built on the knowledge and understanding of the power of expression
The insight that the song that they were singing was sometimes stronger than the relationships that they were in

When I was young I’d watch as Dad would put on a stack of ‘sexy’ singles
He’d say to her, “If I said you had a beautiful body would you hold it against me?”
They’d dance close together and smooch, my embarrassed sisters would have to leave the room…
But I stayed as I loved to see them passionately parade around the front room, twirling and shifting to the very last needles' fluff filled play
Love overflowed every part of my dull grey self and produced colours in all the important places

The roads walked weren’t that battled or dragged long knowing that you were there singing into my ear
You were present when every pet and friend disappeared
I ran crying home to you when I was a bloody nosed kid
(And as an adult you now welcome me in after work with your escapist ear for knowing that the day was s**t)
You were there whenever the weather became too much- whether it was intensely sunny or never ending rain
You were there for me always and made being by myself that much easier
You don’t know what it is that you’ve done to me, but I feel it endlessly…
A loaded groove generates too much life for me- a perfect overdose daily
The patterns and language pull me through this existence and out into
Everywhere, somewhere, nowhere and anywhere….I want to be.

So thank you for the strength, now let's dance once again!

 

Reviews

[THE LOST ROSE]

This story reminds me of Luther Vandorss's song "Dance With My Father". Such a beautiful under tone of the past and the current. Your poem is excellent. It is a fun read and it allows a reader to take a journey through your eyes and see everything as a movie scene. Really enjoyed this!