'The Older The Violin ...' (+1)

Morphing through

the decades

leaning on our pasts

Brian, Paul, Van, and I

still living

loose and fast

The words have

deeper meaning

 as melodies refrain

The end in view

but out of sight

—the magic preordained

(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: January, 2024)

A Melody Silenced

Ignored

by my children

Especially

my daughter

Taken

for granted

Taking

up space

Living

unnoticed

My pain

front and center

Checking

off boxes

That never

erase

Knowing

she loves me

More

now than ever

My face

a reminder

Of greatness

long past

My voice

the last vestige

Of songs

sung together

A melody

silenced

When first

—became last

(The New Room: January, 2024)