While sight fades slowly with the years

At least my hearing still remains acute

Such that music is my main inspiration

And my heart competes with my brain

I listen, the images forming in my mind

Perhaps distorted just a little over time

And yet a resonance is still firmly there

Of when I’d once played that very tune

In a brass band competition or concert

Or sat to hear an orchestra perform it

But there are so many other examples

Of recordings that possess a certain life

All to be stored and played over again

I’ve named the folder as ‘Tearjerkers’

It is quite an appropriate name, I feel

Yet fear I’ll be sucked deep into a well

From which I may not willingly escape

Ah, that may be my destiny over time

But not be reality, except in memory

Which for some, is all they’ll wish for

So back to the music, so familiar now

And perhaps just wipe away that tear