Making Music

Making music

 

The radio in my head keeps playing the old songs

Music, I remember as Rock or Doowop

or sad songs from our yesteryears. 

It was then we first met at a sock hop.

I was with Linda, and you had come with HIM.

Trouble was in the wind.

I never cared for Linda, and you were using him.

After that he and I squared off a couple times 

down beside the railroad tracks. 

It was mostly called a draw.

You went from boy to boy 

until I told you how I felt.

We went to the Junior prom, and it lasted until graduation.

We separated after high school.

You went away to college, and I enlisted...

I joined the Navy, and you were at school in Boston.

When I was discharged, and you had graduated 

we met again. 

I was working at the factory 

and you were now a nurse.

We happened to be in the same club one night. 

You, with a few friends from the hospital 

and me, with a pal from work.

I asked you to dance 

and that was the beginning of our life together.

We were married in the local church

and settled down just outside of town.

 

I still remember the phone call:

There had been a crash. 

You and the baby were in serious trouble

and that’s when I lost you…both.

It was then the music started to play

and it’s been here ever since.

They don't let me out much any more

and they say it’s not 1957

But how can that be

for I still hear the music and remember

when you both went to heaven.