The music will remain

I can always go back,

play around with time,

I can take a melody

and let it bring me home,

sitting in my bedroom,

the day before.

That’s where I would like to go,

just a minute before,

before the phone rang,

it would be so easy,

once again,

to be there,

playing,

being,

wondering,

hoping the way a child hopes,

without tears and confusion.

~

The sun was out,

the energy was contagious,

winning,

watching my teammates shine.

Yet every quiet moment,

you know

those times,

those when you are alone and nobody knows

times,

I kept wondering,

I know I heard the phone ring

last night.

That’s when life began to change,

a different look, feel, response to

what is real,

that’s when the music,

listening to the 60’s,

became my new friend.