A Thread of Music
All music, however beautiful,
Must needs come to an end,
Leaving a thread of music etched
Into the inner reaches of the mind,
Often recalled without warning
At unexpected moments.
The acrid smoke of leaves burning
On a brisk October evening
Stabs the consciousness
With a breathless moment -
A kiss on another October night,
When love was young and new
A wreath of pipe smoke nearby,
And my father’s face appears,
Young, as he was in my youth,
Arms open to welcome me home,
As real to me now as then.
A child on roller skates passes -
I see myself clamping on tinny
Skates with a key and joining
My friends in a mad dash,
A race to the corner store.
A lighted theatre marquee –
An eight-year old, I’m at
My first movie at night with
A favorite aunt and uncle -
Tom Sawyer - it’s scary,
And I feel very grown up.
The music of my life plays on
As I grow into old age,
More often than not, it brings
Back only the magical moments,
While other, sadder memories
Fade and slip away in the distance
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