Music-Less

Neon music sign

Neon music sign (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Over the years it seems my life
Has gradually, slowly come to be
An absence of such pure delight
Or even mournful melody

When I was young I lived the age
When music held such mastery
And all the hours idly spent
In music helped creating me

I learned to sing such perfect notes
Such beauty overcoming me
The lyrics whirling, like my soul
Could forge my way so peacefully

But now in age I seem to find
That silence can surround a home
I do not play my favourite songs
I do not sing, though all alone

My new life here is so prescribed
I do not know the how or why
I first chose to withdraw, deny
The dreams and songs I once lived by

Now if I ever sing a note
It ricochets throughout these halls
I sound just like lamenting ghosts
Whose memories don’t belong at all

I can’t recall the day or hour
When inward some decision made
Led to this strange forgetfulness
And silenced my young life’s parade

So music-less I pass my time
And barely miss the melody
My youthful self would see a crime
In what my age has done to me

It would be just the veil of life
Forgetting where I once belonged
And so in silence pass my days
When once I lived inside a song

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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21 Responses to Music-Less

  1. So sad, but so beautiful. xxxx πŸ™‚

  2. philipparees says:

    So much of this I echo!

  3. I completely understand

  4. Uncle Tree says:

    Singing is music to the soul, Helen.
    The more sentimental – the better! πŸ™‚ Never stop.

  5. I know what you are saying. I love music. I have to now force myself to put on a CD so I can sing or dance like no-one’s watching around the house. A beautiful write Helen and a reminder that we shouldn’t let the music within us go.

  6. I too understand, but have forced myself to enjoy music whenever possible. I write to music and love it. (writing and the music). Your poem really described how the passing of time takes some things we used to enjoy and displaces them with other concerns.

  7. This is so sad Helen I would have loved to hear you sing,

  8. fibee5 says:

    I hope you dont mind me pointing this out :S the second line just felt a bit strange with the use of ‘gradually’ and ‘slowly’meaning the same thing and almost diminishing each other in my opinion. I hope you wont mind me pointing that out :S.
    I love this section;

    ‘I can’t recall the day or hour
    When inward some decision made
    Led to this strange forgetfulness
    And silenced my young life’s parade’

    The story you tell is a sad one and you tell it so well, i hope that it is not true of your life.

    • Thank you – I put in both gradually and slowly to give a sense of incremental decline, but it’s interesting to hear that it may read to diminish rather than emphasise. The story is actually true of my life – it is a strange phenomenon I realised and wondered about and then many others commenting have experienced the same thin…it is sad if aging takes away the music….

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