In this dusk
that day was
and the music 
that seems far
far away hovering 
each piano note 
another old memory 
I sit in
front of fireplace 
and watch the 
pendulum swing back 
and forth and 
I remember that 
one sunny afternoon 
when swings swung 
too amidst laughter 

Sometimes silence 
needs some 
oomph more 
bass less
treble and 
one helluva 
guitar riff
even Buddha 
dug rock
and roll 

Sitting here listening 
to some good 
ol’ head bangin’
music taking me 
back to my 
time of courage 
when things didn’t 
unless they did 
and I was 
a free bird
crank it baby

Most people are 
simply shadows wandering 
wearing and having 
things that define 
or give rise 
to temporary attention 
but when naked
when without things
that thought might 
it is evident 
that they don’t 
won’t never will

When did life
become 24 hours 
one after next 
day in day
out one upset
after another followed 
by a tragedy 
until the next 
life used to 
be long but 
now it’s condensed 
can of soup
or a reduction 
of some sauce 
left to simmer