Musical Stories

I often travel the catalogue
of the music my life has played,
A rock ‘n roll – rollercoaster
in chapter sequence arrayed.

Mother baked pies and cookies
to a poem from the dylan tree,
Good vibrations of beach boys sing
about time when time was free.

Cruising around the drive-in,
All my friends are there as we
whisper words of wisdom
from the beatles’ let it be.

Sounds of silence, come together
on a horse with no name,
Like the eagles in my eyes,
My innocence they proclaim.

At times I feel garfunkeled
but memories give me the power
to overcome the melancholy
with the hopeful crocus flower.