MUSICAL MEMORIES

The strains of the Grand piano

Stirs feelings deeply within

My soul, tugging at memories

Buried since way back when

As a little child, on the bench

Before the piano I would sit,

My dad would sit beside me

Enjoying the music, every bit.

Brother would always have his say,

“The Sack Waltz” brought him joy,

He’d listen ‘til the very end, then

“Play it again,” he’d implore.

Finally, the one for whom I played

And still do to this very day:

“Beyond The Sunset” my loving

 Sister, whom death early took away.

Music fills my soul with rapture,

Enters my heart and sweeps it clean

Of all storage of pain and strife, as

From its chambers they’re gleaned.

I thank God for blessing me with

This gift, I’m sure he always knew

What pain would fill my life as

Throughout the years I grew.

With each tear that falls in sadness

A musical note takes its place,

‘Til my soul is thankfully refreshed

Once more through musical grace.

~Twilah 2002~

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