Topic: Musical Clutter
Got up early this morning.
The birds outside were singing.
During all that early time.
They had all the whistle and chirps.
Out here in the suburbs.
While I silently.
Couldn’t find a single word.
Not even a tune.
That would have made me happy.
Even if It sounded absurd.
Things and all my thoughts lost in the obscure.
Lost in a misty cloud above.
Even my guitar.
Couldn’t pull out a word.
I moved onto the piano.
It just sat quietly looking at me.
It didn’t give me pity.
I thought it would at least play me a ditty.
As I gently caressed her keys.
She gave no love back to me.
Oh well.
At least the birds sang to me.
Full of joy.
In their tree sanctuaries.
The rubbish truck pulled up.
With a noisy screech of brakes.
It emptied the bin.
Got rid of our rubbish.
Helping clearing the clutter in my head.
That’s when I thought of something.
Finally I was feeling the joy.
Making a tune.
She who must be obeyed.
Yelled stop making that noise.