Music

Thouhts of you Shirley

Sounds so melancholy – flakes of Snow, falling

filling the air today - to me, they were calling

as her voice moved on, upon pillows of air,

drifting on, long forgotten, melodic waves

of despair, bringing my thoughts to a time, where

– bouncing off walls, echoing in the darkened caves

of my memory, where all is stored

in the files of my memories hoard –

the tickling, of black and white ivory, took me

to a past, long passed away, where I could see

all that we once played, a time we once shared,

a time when we used to know, a time we cared.

B. J. “A ” 2

March 6^th 2004