October 11, 2020

A picture tells a thousand words

not that I have ever counted,

words of times, friends, loves or even wars

Even if it’s not your picture,

not your memories,

not your time, your friend, you love, or your war

you know,

you know the reason it was pictured.

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But a song,

even with its words

speaks a language beyond words.

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A song can make you happy when you are sad,

cry when the tears won’t come.

A song can be a friend in a world gone mad,

or be the company to take you home.

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The power of a song is boundless.

It is the ultimate creation,

a gift of art most high, bequeathed to the souls who toil and fuss,

over notes, and bars, and verse to our satisfaction.

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And once in a generation

a great emerges,

one who not only make songs,

but who becomes a definition.

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Sure there are many who can play,

but what is it to dominate,

to transcend all that came before,

to influence all to come for all days?

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Yes, a picture paints a thousand words,

but a song paints a thousand pictures,

with one person holding that triumphant sword,

forever leaving us his musical scriptures.

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What he meant to me is all I can say,

for my own talents as a player pale,

my own knowledge is much in dismay,

but for all my days I will remember

the songs and their pictures

forever frozen this October

as they were when I was young

forever and ever sung

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a thousand thousand pictures

that left an indelible mark

never forgotten for all my remaining years.