#soundofmusic
Honestly,
I've exhausted "16".
So much has happened.
So much good, so much sorrow.
I've grown so much,
not in height,
but in strength and confidence.
Hopefully a bit wiser
and definitely more thankful.
Usually, I'm sad at this point,
but not this year.
I look back on this past year with a smile.
It was the best year yet,
so 17,
bring it on.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
My kitchen time ending, dishes drying in stacks
My family is telling me it’s time to relax
In the background are voices urging me to stay
So I pause, wait and listen for one more lovely thing
That my friends and family might say...
My kitchen is filled, with the smell of fresh pie
Made year after year, from old and new recipes
The air fills my lungs, with the smell of fresh pie
My mouth wants to eat every pie it sees
My mouth wants to eat like the child
Who experiences pie the first time in their life
My mouth wants to savor fresh aroma of pie
From the oven before cut by the knife
To boldly eat pie like the person who
Won’t let calories get in their way
To eat, through the night, and
Be ready for more the next day
I go to my kitchen when I’m good and hungry
I know I will eat, like I have before
My kitchen is blessed with the smell of fresh pie
And I’ll eat one more
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 8:28 PM UTC
I shared with you my favorite things.
Not tangable stuff like diamond rings
But things that showed you who I am
Cause you were harmless as a lamb
I shared with you my favorite movie
It became yours too as if to prove we
Were meant to be together all along
Especially when we sang that song
I could tell our love was strong
I shared with you my favorite book
We read together in our little nook
Our secret part of the library
And though at first you were wary
I knew it was you I’d want to marry
I shared with you my deepest fears
how loneliness had stung with tears
and you just held me in your arms
Threatening death to whoever harms
Me. While I fell for all your charms
I shared with you all of my heart
Knowing for sure you are the best part
Of everything that came in life
That with you I could forget my strife
And become your humble, loving wife.
You took from my my favorite things
I wish it had only been the rings
I haven’t watched that movie since
And when I read I always wince
Cause on my heart you left some prints
And that was my love you decided to mince
yes it seems you left some scars
Yet I’m not mad the blame was ours
To share because I made a mistake
And the worst decision I have yet to make
Is never saying sorry and just leaving you to ache.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
A sense of belonging
Unexplainable and haunting
Relaxation, imagination
Magnificent creation
Each note pulls me in
Emotions so extreme
Time freezes,sadness melts away
No words describe it, nothing needed to say
An ambivalent world
Yet lucidly clear
Beauty in harmony
Truly sincere
Invincible yet weak
No darkness, no fear
The sound of music
Therapeutic, Majestic
Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 1:04 PM UTC
Over the Hills We Go
***
Seven voices bright,
von Trapp children, hand in hand,
Maria beside—
Captain stands so tall, yet gentle,
love has taught his heart to sing.
Soft footsteps at night,
whispers float through shadowed halls,
moon holds secrets close—
seven hearts beat quick together,
love their lantern in the dark.
From the marching drums,
**** shadows drawing near,
boots echo below—
they slip past the watching silence,
fear and courage hand in hand.
Over hills they climb,
hand in hand through silver mist,
wind sings “don’t look back”—
adventure dances with danger,
hope skips lightly at their heels.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 6:53 AM UTC