Between The Octaves

Between The Octaves

The pitch moves and the ivories sing

Each time I hear, I remember your ring

Nurtured from birth to listen and sing

I realize I never appreciated your ring

Time and memories pull the strings

Youth and ignorance deny appreciating things

It’s always tears that express yearning

That now I know and want to show but its long been evening

You saw my soul because you gave me life

I can’t change that I delivered also strife

You’ll never know that I’m like you after all

You left too soon and I was on my own

But I see you in my hands

I hear your music in my bands

The poetry and music would make you smile

Perhaps more than when you performed at night after miles