Poetry A Hole in the Joy

I bought me a piano
I’m learning to play
Better than ever
Well that ain't much to say
But you know what I find
With each note that I play
Music don't heal
Like it did one fine day
I still play, but it seems like there's a hole
A hole in the joy

So many memories
So many dead dreams
The fame and the fortune are not what they seemed
Nineteen and thirty-nine
Have a billion years in between

It's a strange, simple fate
That I should sit down and play
Now that dreams turn to fate
And I can't turn away
I sink in shallow waters
Maybe amazed
With heavenly tears
Falling down on my face
That's all I got to fill the hole
The hole in the joy

Singing and playing
Yeah, I’ll get to that
Right now my left foot
Can barely tap, tap, tap
Such a late hour to finally light up that fire

So if you are young
With your eyes on that sky
I promise you, kid
With a look in your eyes
This life can be twisted
This life can be rough
And when life is at stake
Music just ain't enough
You’ll need more than a song to fill the hole
The hole in the joy

 

[lynnmosher]

Hmmm...interesting. I think I like this. I'm wondering though. Last time, you were so high. Is this a downfall? I hate to ask but are you taking your meds? I'm concerned.

 

[Matt Braunlin]

Hmmm...interesting. I think I like this. I'm wondering though. Last time, you were so high. Is this a downfall? I hate to ask but are you taking your meds? I'm concerned.

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Im okay, @lynnmosher. Don't worry. I was in a sombre mood and inspiration struck. Overall im okay, though i am sick of the loneliness. Thank you for your care as always.

 

[lynnmosher]

Oh, good! I'm wondering something, Matt. I think you need to get out and volunteer somewhere. You're obviously not an introvert. Therefore, getting out and in touch with others is something I think you need. Would help.

 

[robwitty]

A good word from @lynnmosher, @Matt Braunlin !
You have much to give.
Like a lake that needs an outflow to keep it full of life.