The Music Of You

In darkened hours of early morn, I daily write odes new;

I listen to the New Age songs , that remind me they of you!

Some I call our “puppy ones”, for when you were very young;

I’d hold you close and cradle you, as these melodies were sung!

We’d listen to them every day, to medicate our souls;

And as you grew, you’d lay by me, as the music gently lolled!

We’d do this every day round dawn, as the sun would come to rise;

And both of us would meditate, and rest our weary eyes!

Your Brother came into our lives, when you were not quite two;

And we taught him how to lay with us, and hear the music too!

For twelve plus years we all would join, respited every day;

But now there’s just the two of us, for you had to go away!

Now these songs I play all night, I start them when we rise;

For since you left, we’re up by one, I write, with tear drops in my eyes!

For many of them are just like you, gentle, soft and loved;

They bring you down into our souls, as you visit from above!