MUSIC: LISTENING TO THE OLDIES

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There’s a reason why it’s still here

       That “old” music, emblematic of all our firsts

History,  instrument-etched

       Rhythmic scorching guitars

Saxophones – longing or lucky

       Pianos running us up and down

ranges of emotion

Bass and drums defibrillating

beatless hearts

       All spooning with words

That led us in that timeless

       Continuous dance

Along the Watchtower

       Among the purple flowers

In that Purple Haze

       There’s a reason for “oldies stations”

Sanctuaries for melodic reminders, telling us

       Passion, its usefulness, is deathless

As long as humans prevail

       “Old–school” music will continue

Demanding answers to questions

       That should have been asked

Of the past

MEMORY: A Necessary Struggle

 BPK sunset

Yesterday my husband put the app *Shazam on my cell phone

(*A method of identifying music simply by holding the phone

Up to a speaker to catch the song’s lyrics)

I left the room defeated and purposeless

Something else for which my brain does not have to work

There are days taken up in battle with forgetfulness

Days that end in celebration of memory’s grace

Now, what will I do

To replace that struggle

With a memory reticent

Holding on to those

Blessings only

To let go

In the upwelling of silence

In rooms wallpapered with lyrics that sing

The long fable of my youth

Waiting

Maybe, in an unplanned future   

When misdeeds have been packed away

In a dim and dusty corner

The attic of memory

 

Maybe, in an unplanned future

Will I stop straining to hear

Your exhaust’s familiar cadence

As your car in the valley draws near

 

Maybe, in an unplanned future

Your cell-phone Ode…will ring

And Joy will be un-ironic

As the tone and ode will sing:

 

Everything is all right

Everything is all right