Sunday, December 11, 2016

Shards of Music

The pain
 it never ends
  really
   it doesn't

The days are spent driving

The nights are spent in solitude

Why Cry?
 Why you waste energy on such nonsense

Just listen to the radio
 It will always be there for you

The music
  It is so much like a book
   And often similar to a photo album

A diary
 that holds your deepest secrets and wipes away the tears, or brings about a smile

Each song is like a memory
 Or a day long ago
  And there is always now

There is the song for your first crush
 ending in a kiss
   the sweet taste of temptation

The songs for all the time spent at the ball park
 the skating rink
  or just hanging out with your friends

The song for the day your world changed
  When freedom's road opened up for you
    The day you got your driver's license

The nights you spent driving around
  The dates that you had
    The hours you spent with only the radio

When innocence was lost
  There was a song
   It echoed the feeling of hidden pleasure

Every little crush, there was a song
  Even when they ended in broken hearts

Prom Night
 And the song you will remember forever
 
Graduation
  Freedom
   The songs for a new beginning

The first summer
  Then year
   when we all change

But the music remains

There is always a song
  One for every moment in time
    written for an era
      played for an eternity

What it means to each of us, does not matter to anyone else
  We must all be satisfied with who we are
    Then we shall have happiness at our feet

Listening to each song
 To every word

Letting it carry you away
  Into someone's arms
   or a special place

Each verse
 a face
  a touch
    a kiss

Maybe a scenic river valley
 or a lonely road
  we never know where we will end up

Life passes us by
 Leaving a residue of change
  That helps us to cling to each song

For to forget a song
 would be like forgetting a part of us

Each song affects our lives in some way
  And shapes our moods, relationships, and personalities

The roads we travel
 The rivers we cross
   The bridges that we burn

There will always be a song
 One that seems to be written about our lives

Maturing
 Becoming an adult
  We always change
    Just as the music changes

True love, some will find it and along comes a powerful song
 One about undying love and watching another sleep
  Secure in the fact that you are there

A touch, gentle yet commanding

A burning need, that only a song can truly express

The words are like a kiss, hungry for more, and speaking of angels and forever

A memory comes to life through each song

Some songs help define a new memory of things going on right now, and you will never forget them

Sleeping
 dreaming
   the song closes, and so will our eyes

And there behind close lids we see or feel that someone or something

The song takes us away
 Embraces us in a secure feeling
   The feeling of inner peace

Pain inflicted by one so close
 And the song becomes a knife to the soul

Dreams shatter
 and the song becomes a mirror mimicking the pain and torturing the soul

The music
 It is our soul mate
  our first and last true love
   the one that will never let you down

What we strive to be is written and played out with each new line

Falling upon deaf or hungry ears
 Opening or closing the eyes
  Grabbing and shoving aside

Each beat is like our heart beat
  Pounding away our lives

the world goes on with our without us

The music is never ending
  Only a beginning for each new day

We dance away our lives with each gentle strain
  Turing this way or that way

Note after note
  Step after Step
    The words echoing forever

What we loved in life will be engraved in our heads as we lie motionless

The words begin
  Telling the story of our lives
    sharing our hopes and dreams

The casket will close
  The music will grow fainter
    and on into the afterlife

The music will give us eternal life
 For the songs we love now
  Will always be there for the ones we left behind

We will always seek out a song
  One for us
   For life or death it matters not

Olivia J Stuart
Spring 1998
Updated March 2002
Revised December 11, 2016

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