I found this little gem while messing around tonight and thought why not share it. This was written while I was taking care of my momma while she suffered through dementia.

Music Man

 •November 27, 2013 • 

Somewhere deep in the back of my brain
Past the blues, turmoil and pain

There is a unique music making man
Hidden away with my true life’s plans

I know he’s there scaring the other me
That’s why he’s locked up where I can’t see

I’ve had a peek from time to time, now and again
Now I want to free him and let the music begin

Darkness was the journey I turned to eagerly try
When full of youth and not caring why

Mama’s talent was freely passed down a family tradition lost
I need to get that tradition inside me no matter the cost

I’ve been through changes that opened my eyes to see
There are only three of us left to carry on Mom’s legacy

Sadly the music remains inside, only showing up once in awhile if I go past a piano and it speaks to me.

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