Once I heard a little tune, I don't remember where. I know its sound was soft and sweet, floating through the air. Just once it sounded, only once. It had no words to hear. It filled my heart with gratitude and then it disappeared. Gone too soon this little tune, fly away, fly, fly away, across the rainbow, around the moon, it didn’t come to stay. And I alone with pipe in hand will grieve its memory until wind blows across the land and brings it back to me.
There's something really melancholic about this but also a sense of excitement because it seems the tune is guaranteed to return, we just don't know when, and that's where the sadness really kicks in.
How do we protect those melodies that come and go in our heads. With lines and poetry we write it down, if we are quick. But tunes evade us. I love that image of the Greek island!
When I am happy in the garden I hum a tune. Don’t know the words but just the vibration in my head makes me calm. Then Up the lazy River comes to mind or zip pa dee doo dah. Happiness with word’s keep me going and I forget how long I have worked. One must have a song in the heart. A friend you can rely upon even after they are gone the song still inspires.
I hadn't considered that – thanks for saying so! I'm feeling like (hoping that?) the tune isn't actually a tune, but is perhaps a person. I have plenty of people in my past who are not in my present, and who I want to be part of my future in some way.
That tune came to me in a form of faith and saved me when I was broken. It fixed me and clung on to me so that it wouldn't blow away. But sometimes, now and then, it loses its grasp and flies away. That's when I search for it and relentlessly try to pulll it back. For I'm nothing without that tune, no one worthy anyway.
The tide always returns, An. Thank you
Thanks for the restack, @Manuel A. Garcia
There's something really melancholic about this but also a sense of excitement because it seems the tune is guaranteed to return, we just don't know when, and that's where the sadness really kicks in.
I hope the tune will return, Daniel. The little piper seems content to wait so he may have faith that it will. Thanks for commenting.
One can only hope!
Once heard, the tune is never lost.
I think it can never be lost but it’s not always present
Patiently waiting to hear it again.
Thank you, Monica
How do we protect those melodies that come and go in our heads. With lines and poetry we write it down, if we are quick. But tunes evade us. I love that image of the Greek island!
We have to be quick! Thank you.
Beautiful poem and image, Paul. Thank you.
I’m glad you like it, Manuel-Thank you!
When I am happy in the garden I hum a tune. Don’t know the words but just the vibration in my head makes me calm. Then Up the lazy River comes to mind or zip pa dee doo dah. Happiness with word’s keep me going and I forget how long I have worked. One must have a song in the heart. A friend you can rely upon even after they are gone the song still inspires.
I like how you put this one to a nursery rhyme sing-song rhythm to reinforce its musicality.
I think it also reinforces the idea that the tune isn’t lost or gone forever. Thanks for reading and commenting, Mark.
I hadn't considered that – thanks for saying so! I'm feeling like (hoping that?) the tune isn't actually a tune, but is perhaps a person. I have plenty of people in my past who are not in my present, and who I want to be part of my future in some way.
That’s a good though, too, Mark-Keep it!
Beautiful, Paul. Maybe we all have a tune, elusive at first, but when it becomes part of us we truly and finally understand ourselves.
I like that idea, Maureen!
It comes and goes
just like the tide
Whenever I seem to need it most!
Thanks Paul!!
Brief emotions can make lasting memories.
Yes, Stan, Thank you!
There’s a lovely wistfulness in this, Paul, patience and hope.
Yes, no attempt to cling to it in the moment, just patience and hope that one day it will return. Thanks, Patris
That tune came to me in a form of faith and saved me when I was broken. It fixed me and clung on to me so that it wouldn't blow away. But sometimes, now and then, it loses its grasp and flies away. That's when I search for it and relentlessly try to pulll it back. For I'm nothing without that tune, no one worthy anyway.
Wonderful comment, Ayesha. I'm so happy the poem spoke to you in a way that maybe helped to prompt it. Thank you for sharing it.
Nice!
Thank you for reading and commenting, E.T.