She watched her son on the stage and was in awe of his talent. She had always wanted to learn the piano and had taught herself a couple of songs on her grandparent’s upright. But alas, lessons were not in the cards. In her teen years she saved up money to buy one of those electronic keyboards that were popular. But not reading music, her dreams fell flat.
Now her son was on stage, at the university she once dreamed about, applying for the music program. She was so proud and happy to live out her dreams vicariously through him.
Written for Fandnago’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – vicariously
I took a walk through my mind To see what was taking up space Memories both good and bad Were scattered all about I found scenes from my childhood Encountered some old friends Watched my daughter being born again Picked up a forgotten dream or two And when I had seen enough I wiped away the tears Because there really is no going back To try it one more time Besides I can’t relive the pain Of losing you again
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – encounter
This is the hardest easy challenge I have ever faced. It is easy because I LOVE music. It is hard because I love so much about music. So how do I narrow it down? How on earth do I just pick one topic about music to center on? Favorite songs, favorite artists, best concerts, who I have met, the time I got on stage, my first concert, the epic Farm Aid concert… so many choices!
I wrote a short poem in high school about music that was written in the shape of a music note. “It soars with joy, it falls with sorrow, only in music, can we find our tomorrows.” Just the first of many I would write about music and those that make music. I have also written some lyrics.
A friend of mine put music to one of the sets of lyrics and I have that on CD. It is such a rush to hear my words sung by someone! He is still performing blues in the Florida area instead of pop music in the Midwest, he is pretty happy to be back to work after the shut-down.
In high school we had to write our obituaries and I of course was a lyricist whose song had just hit number 5 on the charts when I died in a car accident at 36. But I had made it as a lyricist… a dream come true. Now at 53 I am still dreaming and still writing.
Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August (FDDA) #17 – music