Music and Memories

Written by: Janette Fisher

When music sounds, 
all that I was I am
I give my Spirit to the flood of song

O even wings of music, bear my soul!
Bathe me in pure delight, and make me strong.

Music I heard with you 
was more than music, 
I seem to hear those songs again
waking thoughts, that have long slept
and make me smooth as balm and oil again.

My raptured spirit soars on high,
I keep such music in my brain
in faded eyes, that have long wept
a song of home, a deep celestial strain

which now I hear soaring
above my own breath,
and the round notes
flutter and tap, about the room

but the music is lost
and the words are gone;

and so the song breaks off, and I’m alone.