Wednesday, October 08, 2008


I observe U creating the drama of your life
Playing people as though they were instruments
Instinctively knowing the keys to their rhythms
Examining each key hypnotically
Studying how each key responds to your touch
Philosophically reporting your observations & thoughts
I get caught up in watching myself watching the I & I
U stroke each note lyrically, responsively
Using that special touch while making me keeper of your rhythms
Your memories and words become stories
Tales to be told about the before and after we became I & I
Like a poem waiting to be written challenging the one already read
I watch U play the blues leaving the U I know behind
I wonder where Ur going and who U will be
You’re playing the game of living
Tuning the world to the rhythms of your life
Each chess move counters another chess move
Am I a pawn in Ur life or someone else’s
I don’t have time to analyze this
U fine-tune the guitar chords exhorting beats from my heart
Ecstasy runs thru my veins with each melody your hands produce
I watch the world thru your eyes
Isn’t that what poets philosophers & all artists do
Translate words images and ideas into thunder
Mimic & play with our world gone asunder
Turn ideas into screenplays, turn words into books
Turn words into hypotheses in our attempts to produce & create
A safer more productive world for humanity


  1. Love this poem, Joy. Just glad it's not about me: I don't think I could handle that much admiration!

  2. Anonymous2:46 PM

    Ahh, music without it life would be drab. Listening to your loved one play is a great feeling, you feel the lyrics moving within you and you feel as though the song is made special for you. You have written the feeling exquisitely here!

  3. Really love this one, Joy. It's fantastic. You're a good source of inspiration for anyone.

  4. Nice poem. I am wondering who your muse is in this poem. Gotta be someone!