Music to my Ears
I love music, all kinds. Every song has a story, whether or not it is the true meaning of the song. They all hold stories for me. Sting in in my cd player at the moment. Soothing and fun, I remember seeing him in concert at Red Rocks. It was raining and he was playing ‘Roxanne’, they would shine a red light and it would light up the rain drops. It was exquisite. I remember making love to ‘Fields of Gold.’
I don’t think there is a music genre that I don’t have. Yesterday I went from listening to Jim Croce to Seether, then Feist and Conrete Blonde. I figure the roller-coaster in music matches the roller-coaster of my moods. Typical woman some would say. At least I can find comedy in it. My kids call my silly all the time. What is wrong with dancing in the living room? At least I am not in my underwear. I like to skip in the grocery store, it makes people smile. Sarah finds it very embarrassing. It love making people smile, it means I made a difference somewhere.
I guess that is my ultimate goal, making a difference. I am not sure what song it is but it said that the greatest accomplishment is what we leave behind. Whether that be my children or a glancing memory of making someone smile I did what I think I am hear to do.
I wrote a poem yesterday. It matched my mood at the time. But like Colorado weather, wait five minutes and it will change. But here you go for your reading pleasure. I am not sure what I should title it. Any ideas?
The darkness follows me today
An intense black cloud hangs over my head
My umbrella is broken
so I am soaked to the bone
I can feel my bones shake
from the cold dark rain
Trying to put this sadness into words
never makes sense
I just let it rain until the cloud runs dry
The I write another poem with my own tears.
