Strings pulled so fine
the melody so farmiliar
its his temple
he bled those rhythms
I walked down that path
Heard the faint calls of his orchestra
born with the string
Half of his soul was music
Then last
Came his favourite
Mastered by his fingers
He rolled it down
"when we were young" by adele
i knew it was a message
as he angled down his music tool
I allowed my tears to flow
We both missed who we were
When we were young.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC
Strings pulled so fine
the melody so farmiliar
its his temple
he bled those rhythms
I walked down that path
Heard the faint calls of his orchestra
born with the string
Half of his soul was music
Then last
Came his favourite
Mastered by his fingers
He rolled it down
"when we were young" by adele
i knew it was a message
as he angled down his music tool
I allowed my tears to flow
We both missed who we were
When we were young.
This is a poem of a melody brought into the air by a soul held close so long. A melody that brings back all the memories, a true mastery of an orchestre known for a lifetime