Whispered theme
of my youth and middle age.
Now
pacing my reluctant
and uncertain steps
into old age.
But who needs old age?
I sure as hell
don't.
Always the golden child
the fearless one.
Destined to live forever.
That was me.
And music -
this concierto.
Music saved my life
every day.
There's nothing you can say
about music.
It eludes the weak grasp
of language.
But I lie.
Let me try.
It is
the language of emotion
the time keeper.
Bounded and constrained
by the beat
plodding, perhaps,
yet truly free of all that
and, at the end,
filled with the last breath
of eternity.