“There’s a kind of music
that lives there”
A little old lady with
Alzheimer’s would declare
When asked if she liked
the ocean and the beach
She appeared not to hear,
Nor even to understand speech
Then her eyes brightened
Her lips parted with a wistful smile
Her memory had returned to enlighten
If only for a little while
As this woman fondly remembered..
I could only in amazement stare
She said, ”Oh my yes! ..And There’s a kind
of Music that lives there”
Just a little old lady with Alzheimer’s
But what a most wondrous and beautiful phrase!
I could not have been stated it more poetically
Had I tried til’ the end of my days
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem