I was once the music of my era
So melodic and lyrically astute
and I painted myself
into the foreground of a song
and became both composer and instrument.
I’ve become the narrator of my own drama,
the protagonist, villain, and victim;
the watering pair of candlelit eyes
waiting in the wings of life,
for my denouement to begin.
You are the soft curves
of a smile that cradles remembrance;
Pooling in the palms of prayerful hands,
harmonizing with the Sahara’s singing sands –
All of nature in peaceful cadence.
Music is the bell of nostalgia,
ringing softly in the distance.
I follow its calling,
as a bee who seeks
the saccharine path of reminiscence.
‘Tis in our nature to stop and sip
from the sweetest pool of time-gone-by
and then, once quenched, open our wings
into the sibilant breeze of destiny
and live love’s ballad whilst our bodies die.
