Golden my streets
but it won't be for long
for though sweet are my words
quite short is my song
They look lovely right now
when the sunshine is bright
but lacklustre in rain
and leaden at night
And as winter creeps in
my songs peter out
for I run out of lyrics
with gusto to shout
and my golden turns grey
as the music it dies
for instead of the carpet
hard frost often lies
But there's always a promise
of new music to come
and though golden my fade
when autumn is done
Winter's fine voice
waits there in the wings
and it won't be too long
'til her new song she sings
Hiding in long shadows
of a small gig still I stood
listening to the music
but wishing that I could
find there the enjoyment
that my friends and others there
clearly understood as in
the moment there they shared
Yet despite the disappointment
in the long shadows here with me
a certain feeling lingered
that I knew with certainty
Said I was meant to be here
as this venue and this place
was testament and evidence
of promise born from grace
A promise of live music
in whatever shape or form
could once again be heard and felt
and be again the norm
So despite the fact the music
here was not my cup of tea
I knew one thing for certain
and with utter clarity
And it definitely wasn't hiding
in long shadows or elsewhere
as it had something to shout aloud
with vibrancy right there
That this time this place this venue
this gig this music here
is what the heart has needed
to revitalise my cheer
Sat with no surrender
as waves washed over me
cocooned here in sound
in my own symphony
Cancelling all externals
AirPod Pros they do their thing
and as spine tingles I am lost
to words I softly sing
This is a beautiful moment
dreamlike I drift away
lost as music envelopes me
here at the end of day
And if this is like a heaven
this moment, this refrain
in an element I will be
with no word to complain
Days listening to music
the most cathartic ones I know
to while away a lazy day
and watch the hours go
And my varied and eclectic taste
will many genres see
from rock and pop and classical
all there to keep me free
And then when spine's been tingled
and tears of joy I've spilled
the knowing look behind my eyes
shows I have been fulfilled
Brighton's Dome, a place I've missed
whilst Covid's kept us in
for live music's long hiatus
which has bordered on a sin
But though the virus is still with us
freedom has now found a way
to open up the doors again
'Thank Goodness' hear me say!
As last week with good friends I'd not seen
for two long years returned
to Brighton's Dome for a live gig
a treat we all have earned
And Public Service Broadcasting
delivered with aplomb
the music we have missed so much
and waited for so long
A tonic for the soul and more
the music in our veins
Live gigs for entertainment
which I hope now long remains
Sometimes a quiet tune
playing softly satisfies
catches the mood and softens
quietly around ragged edges
calming me completely
But sometimes only loud fits
AirPod Pros resonate
with the volume north of eleven
it still catches and calms and glistens
calming me completely
With magical qualities music grabs me
understands exactly where I'm at
and finds a tune to do all it's meant to
sometimes quiet, sometimes loud
calming me completely
I've fallen in love with my music again
with my new Marshall BlueTooth speaker
it's revealing the nuance of tunes that I know
and making them sound so much sweeter
So long may this continue as I've thousands of albums
to listen to all over again
and fall back in love with the songs I know well
repeated in such sweet refrain
I found a song it was lovely
and gave me a buzz
with a warm mellow feeling
and simply because
music is like that
it cause no pain
though it hits you quite often
again and again
It's a friend and companion
a comfort and more
it's my constant craving
for repeated encore
The music was there with something afresh
it had found and picked up on the way
Something perhaps
with live music’s lapse
that made it quite special today
Seemed the musicians had put in their all
throwing energy full in the licks
As they could not perform
‘Cos now’s not the norm
so they put all they had in the mix
And whatever they’d done the music it thrummed
as my spine tingled there with the sound
It had gusto and flair
and it hit me right there
with my feet tapping loud on the ground
And it did what it always set out to do
to the listener waiting to find
A new way to heal
the ills they all feel
as they hear something new and unwind
...all about me and my life in words. I write most days, carrying an ideas book around in which I capture a word snapshot of life around me. So there's a lot here about Sussex and the sea and anything else I see that inspires.
The pictures are mine too. Some taken to match a poem; some poems written to match a pic; others chosen because they work well with words written.
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