I sat at my piano tinkering with the keys <br />and the same old tunes came back to me. <br />Melodies I had written long ago <br />that seem to haunt my soul. <br />It was the rhythm of my life <br />as the scales moved up and down. <br />After years of writing ever-haunting melodies <br />like my life, they drifted away from me. <br />The comparisons were striking <br />with the events of life’s ups and downs <br />and for a few minutes, <br />I found myself trying to capture <br />what once had been. <br />There were no lyrics in my head <br />to fit to a happy tune. <br />Only the black and white keys <br />that lay beneath my fingertips, <br />playing out the same old tunes <br />I had written in life and song <br />all those distant years ago. <br /> <br /> <br />13 November 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/same-old-tunes/
