I have my music,
Those wondrous sounds.
It could be classical,
The sounds of Mozart, Brahms or Richter.
It could be jazz,
From Satchmo, Acker or Chet.
It could be rock,
From the Moodies, Floyd or Unsub.
It could be folk or blues or Country.
They are all with me,
And always with me,
But my lover is not there.
I have my art,
The art that calls to me
Into the world of the artist.
It could be classical,
Da Vinci, Caravaggio or Michelangelo.
It could be the Pre-Raphaelites,
Hunt, Millais or Rosetti.
It could be modern art,
Rothko, Klimt or Edwards.
I am in awe of their works,
The feelings they bring to me,
And are always with me,
But my lover is not there.
My love for words
Flow onto the page,
They are always with me,
But my life has changed,
And is changing
As the love of my life
Falls deeper and deeper
Into her own world,
Her own world of dementia.
Deeper and deeper she falls
To that time now
Where she has almost disappeared.
Have so many things in my life,
But my lover is not there.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I apologise for the sadness of both the words and the music, if you watch the video to the end I believe that like me you will be in tears, it is one of the most moving pieces of music I have ever seen played. The words show the horror of dementia as it takes my lover into its own realm.
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Having visited the location in Krakow and dealing with a father who suffered I can relate to all this. Fine yet sad work Andy.
Thank you Michael.
Yes, a poignant write Gold.The birds don't even sing in some horror places of war. Who can blame them? Why would they sing in hell on earth?
Thank you Orchi, you are so right.
Yet I understand the theme of your poem too - thinking of you both.
ANGELA HERE 9:30 PM IN AUCKLAND! Love John Williams Film Scores and the Film this rendition has been very moving. BRIAN & I have been to Auschwitz and I cried all the time. In essence this piece of MUSIC is an apt compliment to your very moving Poem. Brian & I are sad because 11,500 is a lot of miles to bridge and it will be April 2019 when we can hug & kiss again! BUT we will both be able to fully enjoy each other. Your Poem reminds us of the Beauty and Enjoyment of Music - Art - Literature : BUT when we cant share it with the ONE we Love (for what ever reason) it becomes Discord - Pastiche - Words without worth. I pray that you and your BELOVED JOYCE are still able to communicate on a HIGHER PLANE! Love & Every Blessing ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡
Thank you Angela, our Spirits will be combined as always, thank you for your kind words.
Somehow the beauty of this wonderful life is maimed by the loss of what was. We can only try to imagine the state of torment you are in.
I genuinely wish you every strength in these awful times.
A very touching, upsetting piece today Goldfinch.
Thank you da for your very kind words da, they are very much appreciated.
Thank you for sharing your heart and your music. Very touching and mournful. Great work.
Thank you Christina, you are most kind.
Andy,
Thank you for sharing this personal heartfelt poem! Yes, it is a sad situation; but your written piece is laced with love. Your love transcends all limits! I’m confident that Joyce senses it...without a doubt in my mind!
All my love to your beautiful Joyce and you!
~Laura~
Laura you are so kind and I appreciate your words so very much.
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