I've Come To Listen to The Music...Because I've Come To Know

Sun slips behind a veil that soon will bind the ties of dusk

The here to there-ness of a day hastens; ahoy, ahoy

The way of clocks is far too seasoned with years to adjust

The tempo of its metronome to linger over joy

…to linger over little lads bent on becoming men

To pause upon an afternoon of Now before the Then

For Then tugs ‘woman’ over little girls of half-past three

And there is nothing left but echoes where she used to be

Day drips with notes of lute and flute-like mellow melodies

Each composition settles in the kettle pouring tea

Then thought unlocks the entrance to those heart-held galleries

Where every print is kissed with Romance of What Used to Be

…of When before Then stole The Common Whole of It away

And folded it among the mementos of yesterday

Ah, thus we cannot quite afford to linger for too long

To listen while the afternoon composes a new song

Time sips its due through me and you and all our fellow-kin

The mind and heart are often torn between what is and was

Where what will be seems far too eager to unveil its skin

And render its fulfillment while dusk tenders its applause

…applause for what has passed and never doth repeats bequeath

As Was consumes the Is ever as surely as we breathe

And all that we can do to combat time’s age-old chagrin

Is make the very best of every moment we are in

© Janet Martin

Some afternoons after my 'tiny charges' have returned to their mommies and daddies 

I like to unwind with a hot-poured Something...

Today I felt like writing and listening to Bach to unwind.

This inspired Victoria to play the piano so I turn off Bach

because I've come to know how all too soon these piano-players

slip off their benches and disappear into the melody of life!

I'm not trying to be morbid...

simply aware of the preciousness of common-clad moments!