Music...

I like to think that I am telling a story with my poems, so that they become a cross between a journal in free form style and a narrative style of poetry. I was attempting, with this poem, to explain exactly the reason why music has played such an enormous part in my life, in ways which even surprises me. I never thought that it would be so significant in my life. It has become the most important thing for me. It was only two days ago, when I was in a hall, with those photos, that I discovered the connection between the stories my mother told me and the musical style I was involved in. I also now understand that there was always an ability for me to write poetry, but I was only watching Sarah write poems, thinking and admiring her skills when she was very young. I had to wait until my husband died to discover that particular skill. The best part of the journey you so rightly have picked up on in your comments, is that I began most of my poetry in absolute agony , and now I am starting to see a small lift in my mood, especially since that session with Bruce. The poems are revealing more about the improvement and the progress I have made in that way. I am up to A4 book number seven of poems.