Nothing At All Poem by Paul Reed

I hear the fiddle lilt away

On the breezes of a Friday morn

With it's sweet notes caressing

I feel I am reborn;



What was her name?

Did anyone ever keep the score?

But those notes remind me still

That something went before;



This singular bubble of life

That rests on a nodding daffodil

Bringing the spring from the darkness

And all our hopes fulfil;



The time or the day is gone, my friend

I simply cannot recall

It must have meant something once

But now it means nothing at all.