I stop as the tune pervades the room,
Pervades my mind,
Pervades my spirit.
This power that music has is glorious,
Feet tapping, face smiling,
A tune not heard for a long time
Takes me back to times passed,
Times with my father.
He loved music,
And he loved this tune,
I can see us sitting in the front room
So many years ago
Listening intently to the music,
His love of music became my love,
My passion.
The day he passed music followed him,
And he is up there still listening
At music’s wonder.
I sit here listening to this piece
That pervades the room,
Pervades my mind,
Pervades my spirit,
As this overture
Brings my Dad
Sitting again by my side.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Although he died thirty years ago, he is always in my mind.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
A fine write Gold. Play it loud enough to drown out my singing. lol.
Thank you Orchi.
A wonderful write Andy of how music can revive memories and cause old feelings to resurrect a most lovely piece
Thank you soren and so true.
Andy
You are always welcome Andy
Love "the day he passed music followed him." Poignant and well crafted.
-K
So kind Katie, thank you.
Andy
A pervasive influence that perpetuates! 🙏🏻🕊️
Very true Rik, thank you.
Andy
Most welcome, Andy🙏🏻🕊️
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