The music—my music
Gets better with age
Each sound calling out
A heartbeat
Every lyric
A memory fulfilled
The notes draw me inward
Remembering what was lost
With each rhythm
A new direction
In each harmony
—a promise kept
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)
Final Torch
With days becoming short
the light is growing dim
My eyes no longer search
this vow my final hymn
Its message splits the air
a flight with no return
The journey to within
—one final torch to burn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)
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yes, music is good for the soul.
Thanks
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