I gaze out the window, remembering days by
The fields beckoned me run through faster, fly higher,
Thr Michigan sun kissed my yellow hair, giving it warmth.
The dog beside me asking to run ahead, in flight for a rabbit,
The rabbit escapes and I sigh relieved, preferring to see her again.
The field ends and the railroad tracks beg us to follow
And staying on the wood running begins my quest for faithful tempo.
The steadiness of my breath creates my beat,
The pant of my dog and birds singing my accompanyists,
The rush and tricking of the brook is my background choir
And God would give me the melody and words.
And I will never recapture that musical creative moment that way.
But now my music comes from different place
Different background choir, different beat source,
But the Giver of the melody and words is the same
And I still sing. I will always sing. My choice, my passion.❤