Sitting here. Thinking. Yea just thinking
Wise thoughts. Unwise realism
Just enjoying the beauty of the moment
Being warm and being loved
The beauty of that sweet moment
Looking back. Time?
Drumming fingers on a glass table top
As a forgotten TV talks to … no-one
Earphones on and feel exhilaration
And swearing to god.
Music is the most beautiful thing
Each song. Each title I hear …
Means something tonight
Every song a tear, every tune a laugh, a memory
A feeling that meant so much.
Happiness … or pain
All the same to me now.
Smiling at a lost thought coming back
And music is the most beautiful thing
Your face is here now. Looking into mine
I feel your questioning eyes
Your lips whispering promises
Fingers entwined … like wild roses
In mine … I feel the thorns
And yes … I smell that fragrance also
So sweet on a summer evening as the sun sinks lazily
And music … it is the most beautiful thing.
©2010 Stan Rogers