A song starts with an idea,
So did I
A song starts with a single thought,
So too did I
A song becomes familiar
As I mature slowly
A song remains that same, no matter how many times you play it
I change.
A song slowly becomes forgotten
As I will in my old age.
A song may never be heard from again
As I may be when I am gone.
a meditation on the song. listening, forgetting. lingering, familiar. so many ideas. thank you very much dear poet. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is beautiful, a truly great piece. i believe and it is only my humble opinion that on the very last line it should read, As I may NOT, be, when I am gone. but I truly love your poem and you deserve a 10. which I tacked on to your first one. excellent.