I heard lyrics of  a joyous tune so sweet joyful,
in the same tone heartaches, longings and grief was.
this was my song the tune of life.

the first stanza was sang not by I but her who gave me life,
she alone saw me in my innocence and great vulnerability another author of great songs of life.
in my teenage yrs my song was reckless as now I wished to use my own instruments.
my tune was opposed by my seniors as they said mine was noise.
early adulthood I had mastered my tools of trade and tones, fit for kings streamed from me.
Now an age where most of life pleasures are sour tasteless broth.
All I hear and appreciate are songs of youth when grass smelled green and flowers ever sweet