April 6 - I Cannot Find the Music

I Cannot Find the Music

I cannot find the music
  When it's gone from you again.
How can I sing; how can I play
  When the music gives you pain?
When you descend to valleys dark,
   How can I embrace a tune?
How can the silver shadows dance,
   At the darkening of the moon.

It feels like cold betrayal,
   If joy steals over me by chance
While my beloved cannot rise,
   To share a sudden urge to dance.
Dark malignant spirits take
   From us the shared delight,
Of humming two-part harmony
   In the stillness of the night.

I can but wait for sunrise.
   And hold her close as she can bear.
I can only tune my instruments,
   And attend to strains of music in the air.
For some day without preamble,
   It will return once more.
Casting half-forgotten melodies adrift,
   Soft upon us as it has done before.


© 2020 by Tom King

   

April 7 - The Song of Eeyore

The Song of Eeyore
By Tom King

We see the pain in those we love, in their eyes.

We see the sadness engulf a tender heart and want to help.

And we draw conclusions often wrong – we did not know;

Stepping back instead because we fear to intrude.

They need not isolation, the cheerless ones;

They need not to be alone with the grinding pain.

But we hesitate to take them in for fear of doing harm,

Holding back when we should be drawing in.

Pooh knew the answer, so his friend always came with the gang.

Pooh knew that adventures have the power to heal a wounded soul.

So he would take his friend along without demanding that he

Should be happy when they all understood that he could not.

You understand what it’s like; you do not want the pity either.

You understand what it’s like; you want to be a part of everything.

Just as who you are, even with your quirks, your joys, your sadnesses;

Just as one of the gang, going along on an adventure.

© 2016 by Tom King
Picture © 1994 by Micah King