songbird

songbird

"Listen to me!" you'd smile and say;

then, on your little guitar you'd play

a stumbling three-note melody.

I'd smile right back, "That sounds so sweet,

"you hardly even skipped a beat:

"what a love-ly symphony!"

As time went on, your talent grew.

And all the while I somehow knew

you had a very special gift.

I watched you play, long hours, alone.

Your music filled our busy home

with joy that did my spirit lift.

One day, you met me at the door ~ 

I will remember, ever more ~

"I've got big news to tell:

"A song I wrote has hit the charts!"

And, all at once it seemed, my heart

with pride and sadness swelled.

"You don't need to change your name;

beware, of seeking worldly fame...."

But you still did it, anyways.

I sit and listen, long hours, alone;

your music fills my empty home ~

and I will never forget

those days.