The house rests.
Five bodies drift on dreams.
One sits, enshrined in song,
a living lullaby.
I miss that! my son would play classical guitar before going to sleep…was my lullaby:)
I love to listen to classical guitar. Lucky you!
Not anymoe..he’s all growED up now…and a teacher now:)
Ah, but you have the memories, and you had the experience. I’d say that’s lucky–if a little melancholy.
Yep, I will never forget it…he has picked up playing again for fun. Imagine listening to Beethoven at eleven at night? Okay, now I think I will write something about that:) Maybe that’s why I loved your books so much…that humming and music singing in the mind all the time.
lol Wait until you read the next one- told from Ben’s point of view!
Oh I can’t wait!!
Ah – the email went off before edit. I wondered what that first line meant!
I can remember as a small child listening to my mother playing Grieg’s ‘Morning’ on the piano after I had gone to bed, and crying myself to sleep because it was so beautiful and I hadn’t wanted it to end.
I would go to sleep to the buzz of my mom shuffling and laying out hand after hand of solitaire. Or the sewing machine humming. 🙂
Such a good flow!
i’m an old …. you are an inspiration …. My Grandmother Sarone Peabody wrote this back in the 1930’s … http://touchdownohio.wordpress.com/2014/06/04/ode-to-peabody/
lol Good for her. I know a professional belly dancer who is extremely fit and dresses very youthful, but has a very sun damaged, wrinkly face. It is quite a contrast!
not my grandmother that’s the nasty Governor of Arizona … Jan Brewer
I love this.
Such a peaceful poem. I’m reading this at the beginning of my day and it’s certainly made for a wonderful tranquil start no more so than it resonates with me because our house is like this each evening with the piano being played in the background (it used to be classical guitar) and everyone just relaxing together after their busy days. I admit, I will miss this when the children have left home!
Sounds quite lovely!
The joys of being surrounded by musicians! Isn’t quite as serene when the trombone and trumpet get going but still uplifting. Have a great week
Yeah, I don’t think brass is quite as peaceful as the strings are!
Sigh… how hauntingly shiverlicous this is… poignant ambiance set in so view lines.
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Shawn Bird is an author, poet, and educator in the beautiful Shuswap region of British Columbia, Canada. She is a proud member of Rotary.
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